| She was glassy eyed at the bar
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| Someone stole the keys to her heart
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| The neon lights they bent the bottles on the shelf
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| So she bought another round to feel sorry for herself
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| She’ll drink when she’s down
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| She’ll drink when he’s not around
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| She’ll drink away her paycheck
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| She’ll drink 'cause she’s trying to forget
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| On a barstool with time to pass
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| She peels away the label from a longneck glass
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| Her cheeks are as red as the leaves in the fall
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| And she keeps looking down, expecting him to call
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| She’ll drink when she’s down
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| She’ll drink when he’s not in town
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| She’ll drink away her paycheck
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| She’ll drink 'cause she’s trying to forget
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| The bottle’s on the desktop, the guitars in my hand
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| Like a five star general making his last stand
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| With every passing second, with every painful shot
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| I realize just who I am and what I’m not
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| I’ll drink when I’m down
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| I’ll drink when no one else is around
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| I’ll drink every dime of my check
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| I’ll drink 'cause I got so much to forget |