| I’ve been drinking all through summer
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| I guess I’ve had a laugh
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| I’ve had every kind of fun I could have had
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| Looking at my crowd tonight
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| There’s a sober kind of sparkle in their eyes
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| That I don’t like
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| 'Cause everybody knows she ain’t coming back
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| The buttons on my clothes are as plain to see as that
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| I’m a man of reputation in this rocker’s town
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| I have lived it up so long I’ll never live it down
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| Every back room bet I’ve made
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| Every all night thrill room-service bill I’ve paid
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| Looks cheap today
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| 'Cause everybody knows she ain’t coming back
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| The buttons on my clothes are as plain to see as that
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| I took a chemical vacation in my head
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| But now I’m back here at the station with a trunk of regret
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| Thought I found myself a frequency beyond her voice
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| But the memories keep breaking through the noise
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| So brother, send a ship for me before I wash upon the shore of clarity
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| I can see
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| That everybody knows she ain’t coming back
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| The buttons on my clothes are as plain to see as that
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| Yeah, everwhere I go, there are ghosts of what I had
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| Like the buttons on my clothes, they are everywhere I’m at |