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And all she wanted was a little bit of solid |
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Feels like love, it doesn't matter what you call it |
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Heal those cuts or hide 'em underneath the polish |
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Break another promise and take me as a hostage (take me |
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Hold your job down and let the zombies crowd around |
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Thankin' mommy's god that it's a cop's town |
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Keep it safe for me while I chase a fantasy |
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Swervin through the galaxy, searchin for a family |
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Happily surrounded by planets and stars |
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She was stuck uptown while you was landin' on mars |
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It's all ****ed up now, caught your hand in the jar |
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Another small step back for that man at the bar (hey bartender) |
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Spill a little bit of blood on the street |
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For love that goes to those that know that they drink too much |
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And hold your own glass up to the heavens |
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Take a little time and try to count the seconds |
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It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now |
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Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
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Pour me another, so I can remember how |
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True that I am to this addiction of you, now |
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It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now |
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Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
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Pour me another, so I can remember how |
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True that I am to this addiction of you |
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Drink it all away, numb it down to none |
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Stay awake tonight and wait for the sun |
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You say you hate your life, you ain't the only one |
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Let your frustration out the gate and watch the pony run |
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One double, for the hunger and the struggle |
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Two for the fool tryin' to pull apart the puzzle |
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Three now I smile while I wait for your rebuttal |
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By the fourth shot, I'm just another child in a bubble |
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Tryin' to play with the passion and the placement |
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Just to see what these people let him get away with |
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Still tryin' to climb a mountain for you |
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Hammer in my hand, still poundin on a screw |
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She don't listen so he don't speak no more |
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Nobody's winning 'cause neither is keeping score |
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Don't wanna think no more, just let me drink some more |
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Pour me another, cause I can still see the floor |
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It goes, pour me another, so I could forget you now |
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Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
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Pour me another, so I can remember how |
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True that I am to this addiction of you, now |
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Pour me another, so I could forget you now |
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Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
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Pour me another, so I can remember how |
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True that I am to this addiction of you |
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Live life tipsy, stiff if it don't fit right with me |
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Kiss me whiskey, lift to my lips, press to my angel |
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Swallow it and leave her empty bottle on the table |
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Let the past fall, making faces at that clock on the back wall |
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Countdown to the last call, ask all these people that make sounds |
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"How long does it take for the pace to break down" |
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Another lonely little trophy |
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If only I could walk a straight line, I'd make it home free |
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And everybody in this bar thinks they know me |
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And my story like "poor me" (yea, pour me another homie) |
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I can count the days 'til you come back |
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Or I can follow them sun rays down to the train tracks |
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I can stumble drunk over hope and love |
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Or I could keep drinkin' until I sober up (hey waitress) |
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Pour me another, so I could forget you now |
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Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
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Pour me another, so I can remember how |
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True that I am to this addiction of you, now |
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Pour me another, so I could forget you now |
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Pour me another, so I could come let you down |
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Pour me another, so I can remember how |
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True that I am to this addiction of you |
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Bottles and pints, and shots and cans |
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Couches and floors, and drunk best friends |
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Models and whores, and tattooed hands |
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Cities and secrets and cats and vans |
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Good times, laughter, bad decisions |
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Strippers and actors, and average musicians |
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Mornings after and walks of shame |
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They bartender knows me by my real name |
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Sing it |
