| If I know you, you’re halfway through a black label bottle
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| The lights are off, the TV’s on, you’re almost to the bottom
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| And you’ll convince yourself that maybe this’ll be the one to fix it
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| You pour yourself another glass just to find out it isn’t
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| All the whiskey in the world won’t burn out my memory
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| I’ll be right back on your mind when the morning sun comes up
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| And you can drink Kentucky dry, trying to drown out what you’ve done
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| But all the whiskey in the world ain’t enough
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| You feed the buzz, chase the rush, it’s good for a moment
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| But when you sober up and think of us, it still hurts like hell, don’t it?
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| Keep on running, keep on hiding so you never face your demons
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| And tell yourself it’s freedom
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| But all the whiskey in the world won’t burn out my memory
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| I’ll be right back on your mind when the morning sun comes up
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| And you can drink Kentucky dry, trying to drown out what you’ve done
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| But all the whiskey in the world ain’t enough
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| Ain’t enough
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| And while you’re wasted
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| I ain’t wasting
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| Another night, no, on you
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| So all the whiskey in the world won’t burn out my memory
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| I’ll be right back on your mind when the morning sun comes up
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| And you can drink Kentucky dry, trying to drown out what you’ve done
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| But all the whiskey in the world ain’t enough
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| It ain’t enough |