| If I were a rock instead of a rolling stone
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| Maybe I’d be sober
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| And you wouldn’t be so gone
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| But I ain’t where you are, I’m still sitting at the same bar
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| Mm, that brought you to me and helped me break your heart
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| Ooh, but if you were whiskey
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| It looks like I’d still have you right here with me
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| And I’d be getting a different kind of tipsy
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| Instead of sittin' here sippin' number seven all night long
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| Mm, but if you were whiskey, I’d still be holdin' you
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| We’d still be going strong
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| And if it weren’t the Devil
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| Whisperin' in my ear
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| Lord knows my angel
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| Might not have disappeared
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| And I guess that’s my fault
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| There ain’t no one else to blame
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| I’m either half-way drunk or all the way insane
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| Yeah, but if you were whiskey
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| It looks like I’d still have right here with me
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| And I’d be getting a different kind of tipsy
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| Instead of sittin' here sippin' number seven all night long
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| Mm, but if you were whiskey
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| I’d still be holdin' you
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| And we’d still be going strong
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| Yeah, if you were whiskey
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| I’d get up on that wagon
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| Set the bottle down today |
| Oh, I ain’t done it yet
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| And I ain’t proud to say
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| If you were whiskey
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| Ooh, if you were whiskey
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| It looks like I’d still have you right here with me
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| And I’d be a whole new kind of tipsy
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| Instead of sittin' here sippin' number seven all night long, mm, mm
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| Oh, if you were whiskey
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| I’d still be holdin' you
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| And we’d still be going strong |