| Don’t know how she deals with her conscious
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| Knowing she’s slowly killing a man
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| The bottle’s got my fingerprints on it
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| But she’s still got my blood on my hands
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| Even if she don’t know
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| She is the reason I’m here
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| Looking for the stronger stuff
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| Bartender fill my cup
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| It’s how I keep hope alive
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| And keep the fire going inside
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| Sippin' this kerosene
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| Until she comes back to me
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| Yeah, we had a love like a candle
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| But I blew out the flame
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| I could be a hard one to handle
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| Idiot when there’s a hurricane, baby
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| Even if she don’t know
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| She is the reason I’ll be right here
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| 'Til closing time
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| Drinking it until I’m blind
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| It’s how I keep hope alive
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| And keep the fire going inside
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| I’m sippin' this kerosene
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| Until she comes back to me
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| It burned my tongue a little at first
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| But the heartbreak I feel is worse
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| Now it’s my favorite drink
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| The poison taste good to me
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| So won’t you bartender please
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| Pour a another kerosene
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| I’m never letting go
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| Never letting go of what we had
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| Oh, you know it’s burning my mind
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| Looking for my hope in the bottom of a shot glass
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| You know that it’s how I keep hope alive
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| And I keep the fire going inside
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| I’m sippin' this kerosene
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| Until she comes back to me
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| It burned my tongue a little at first
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| But the heartbreak I feel is worse
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| Now it’s my favorite drink
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| The poison taste good to me
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| So won’t you bartender please
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| Pour me another kerosene |