| I get my whiskey from a well
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| Except on holidays, then it’s the top shelf
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| But tonight I don’t mind if I spend a little more
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| 'Cause you are a tolerant woman and the world is at war
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| I know you witnessed my decline
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| You used to push back the darkness like a floodlight
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| But tonight that is a secret like the soul of a whore
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| That if you want to have fun you’ll just have to ignore
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| Now let my troubles solve themselves
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| I used to get involved but I’m just no help
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| But tonight let’s pretend that we are just like we were
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| Let me stay until the morning; |
| I will sleep on the floor
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| And we can talk in circles, no dollar figures
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| Just what is owed or paid
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| And you can make predictions
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| I know you see the future and I agree
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| And we agree tonight’s not happening
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| When I got dry as a desert I got mean
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| I was as lonely and empty as a canteen
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| With no anesthetic you are bound to be sore
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| But tonight I am drinking all peaceful and warm
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| And just when I got fed up with that grey sky
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| The sun came out of nowhere like a bar fight
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| And it knocked out the wind and it bruised me with light
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| And I felt grateful for living just like I feel tonight
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| But I know you feel safer in a group
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| Where you could be anyone or they could be you
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| But tonight we’ll take risks that you can afford
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| You still have bars on your windows and a hole in your door
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| So we can talk in circles around a dirty mirror
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| Night trickles down our throats
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| And we could make a timeline to last our whole lives
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| But we don’t know--
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| But no one knows what’s further up the road
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| Just wait and see, just wait and see
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| All in time, all in time |