| I can see that you haven’t recovered
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| From the girl who let you down
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| But you’d sell what is left of your soul
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| For another go-round
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| You keep tellin' yourself she means nothin'
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| And maybe you should call her bluff
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| But you don’t really believe it
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| You must not be drinkin' enough
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| Oh, the perfume she wore
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| You can buy down at the Five and Dime
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| But on some other woman
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| It don’t smell the same in your mind
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| You keep tellin' yourself that you can take it
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| You keep tellin' yourself that you’re tough
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| But you still wanna hold her
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| So you must not be drinkin' enough
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| Oooh
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| You’re not drinkin' enough
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| To wash away old memories
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| And there ain’t enough whiskey in Texas
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| To keep you from beggin'
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| Please, please, please
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| She passed on your passion
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| And stepped on your pride
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| Turns out you ain’t quite so tough
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| 'Cause you still wanna hold her
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| You must not be drinkin' enough
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| Ay-yi-yi-yi, you ask yourself why
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| But you still wanna hold her
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| You must not be drinkin' enough, no
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| Ay-yi-yi-yi, ay-yi-yi-yi
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| Whoa, you still wanna hold her
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| You must no be drinkin' enough
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| Ay-yi-yi-yi, ay-yi-yi-yi
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| Oh, I still wanna hold her
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| I must not be drinkin' enough |