| I’m holding on
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| To everything that I have
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| In a world that’s gone to hell
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| Losing things I can’t get back
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| I do the best that I can
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| To live the life that I should
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| But I always find a way to screw it up
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| Running round up to no good
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| And maybe tomorrow
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| I’ll see the light
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| But the bottom of this bottle
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| Is all I see tonight
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| Tonight I’ll keep drinking
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| Till I can’t find the door
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| I’ll ask for directions
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| Then I’ll have a few more
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| I’m letting go
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| All the shit that brings me down
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| Lock these memories in my head
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| If they can’t swim they might drown
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| If that’s the price that you pay
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| To be some country music star
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| You can run but, son, you can’t hide
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| Where you’ve been and who you are
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| And maybe tomorrow
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| I’ll see the light
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| But the bottom of this bottle
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| Is all I see tonight
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| Tonight I’ll keep drinking
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| Till I can’t find the door
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| I’ll ask for directions
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| Then I’ll have a few more
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| Tonight I’ll keep drinking
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| Till I can’t find the door
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| I’ll ask for directions
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| Then I’ll have a few more |