| Most of the day I keep her far away
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| Then some little something will start that ole replay
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| And I don’t pull out her best pictures, I don’t ever say her name
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| But I can’t stop it when the bottle’s low, late at night, all alone
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| When I’m way down in my whiskey
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| And my mind is all unwound
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| When I’m way down in my whiskey
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| That’s when she comes around
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| You can move out of the house, you can sell that ole Mustang
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| Sleep on the wrong side of the bed, the dreams are all the same
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| You can tell your heart to let her go, there’s parts that still remain
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| It’ll never all just disappear, I know she’ll be there, drivin' me insane
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| When I’m way down in my whiskey
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| And my mind is all unwound
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| When I’m way down in my whiskey
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| That’s when she comes around
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| Oh I can’t let her go
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| When the bottle’s low
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| She’ll be there I know
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| When I’m way down in my whiskey
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| And my mind is all unwound
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| When I’m way down in my whiskey
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| That’s when she comes around
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| When I’m way down in my whiskey
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| That’s when she comes around |