| she put him out
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| like a burning end of midnght cigret
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| she broke his heart
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| spending his whole life trying to forget
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| we watched him drink his pain away, little at a time
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| but he never could get drunk enough yo get her off his mind
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| untill the night
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| he put that bottle to his head
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| and pulled the trigger
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| and finally drank away her memory
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| life is short
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| but this time it ws bigger
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| than the strength he had to get up off his knees
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| we found him with his face down in the pillow
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| with a note that said
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| i love her till i die
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| and when we burried him beneath the willow
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| the angels sang a wiskey lullaby
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| lulla lulla la lulla la lulaa
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| the rumours flew
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| but nobody knows how much she blamed herself
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| for years and years
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| she tried to hide the wiskey under her breath
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| she finally drank the pain away
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| little at a time
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| but she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
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| untill the night
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| she put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
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| and finally drank away his memory
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| life is short
|
| but this time it ws bigger
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| than the strength she had to get up off het knees
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| we found her with her face down in the pillow
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| clinging to his picture
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| for dear life
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| we layed her next to him
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| beneath the willow
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| and the angel sang a wiskey lullaby
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| la la lalaa la la lalla
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| la la lalla la la llalla |