| I can see that you havn’t recovered
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| From the girl who let you down
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| You would sell what is left of your soul
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| For another go 'round.
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| You keep telling yourself she means nothing
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| Maybe you should call her bluff
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| But if you don’t really mean it You must not be drinking enough.
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| Well, the perfume she wore
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| You can buy down at the five and dime
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| But on some other woman
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| It don’t smell the same in your mind.
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| You keep telling yourself you can take it You tell yourself that you’re tough
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| But if you still want to hold her
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| You must not be drinking enough.
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| You’re not drinking enough,
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| To wash away old memories
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| And there ain’t enough whiskey in Texas
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| To keep you from beggin', please, please, please.
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| She passed on your passion, stepped on your pride
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| It turns out you ain’t quite so tough
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| 'Cause you still want to hold her
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| You must not be drinking enough.
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| You heard this grown man cry
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| You ask yourself why
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| 'Cause you still want to hold her
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| You must not be drinking enough.
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| Ay — yi — yi — yi Ask yourself why
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| You still wanna hold her
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| You must no be drinkin' enough… |