| They say this drinkin' will kill me
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| I don’t know, oh Lord, it might be true
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| If I stop, I’ll just die from your leavin'
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| So either way that I go, it’s 'cause of you
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| Death can come from this broken heart
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| Or it can come from this bottle
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| So why prolong the agony
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| Hey, bartender, I think I’ll hit the throttle
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| I don’t care how the preacher might preach to me
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| About the evils of being drunk with wine
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| I don’t care how the doctor might warn me
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| 'Cause since you left, it’s just a matter of time
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| Death can come from this broken heart
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| Or it can come from this bottle
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| So why prolong the agony
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| Hey, bartender, I think I’ll hit the throttle
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| I don’t care that my friends have all left me
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| 'Cause they swear that I have gone insane
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| And I don’t care anymore about livin'
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| Without you, just the grave can ease the pain
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| Death can come from this broken heart
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| Or it can come from this bottle
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| So why prolong the agony
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| Hey, bartender, I think I’ll hit the throttle
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| Yeah, they say this drinkin' will kill me
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| I don’t know, oh Lord, it might be true
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| If I stop, I’ll just die from your leavin'
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| So either way that I go, it’s 'cause of you
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| Either way that I go, it’s 'cause of you |