| I hate the taste of whiskey
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| 'Cause it burns, and it don’t get me drunk enough
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| To drown out the sound of her walkin' out
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| Or the cling, of her suitcase closin' shut
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| No, I don’t look at pictures
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| All it does is make me miss her every day
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| Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey
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| But I drink it anyway
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| It runs like a river through my veins
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| And kills my liver, wrecks my brain
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| Makes me numb, but I still feel the pain
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| So I pour and pour, then pour some more
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| Till me and the bottle hit the floor
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| Another shot in the dark won’t stop
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| This heartache
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| Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey
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| But I drink it anyway
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| There’s teardrops in my coffee
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| Fallin' like, a melancholy kinda rain
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| I’m sinking like a stone
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| Man, I’m stoned, like I’m high on her cocaine
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| Is it her or the bourbon?
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| Got me hungover, hurtin', I can’t say
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| Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey
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| But I drink it anyway
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| It runs like a river through my veins
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| And kills my liver, wrecks my brain
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| Makes me numb, but I still feel the pain
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| So I pour and pour, then pour some more
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| Till me and the bottle hit the floor
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| Another shot in the dark won’t stop
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| This heartache
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| Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey
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| But I drink it anyway
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| Lord, I hate the taste of whiskey
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| But I drink it anyway |