| Nah, nah, nah, I lost my ID
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| I don’t have it
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| Come on man, I come here everyday, man
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| You know me man
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| Come on man, you know me man
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| 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, you was landin' on mars
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| It’s all fucked 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 who know 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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| 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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| 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 my whiskey, lift 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
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| 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» («Yeah, pour me another, homie!»)
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| I can count the days till 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 just 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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| The bartender knows me by my real name
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| Sing it |