| I met him in an bar
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| He was screaming out my name
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| I turned around an took a seat
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| Just right next to him
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| We talked a while 'bout good old times
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| An how it all got lost
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| We filled our glasses
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| Drank straight up
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| The drinks were at my cost
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| I kind of saw it in his eyes
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| Empty, grey and pale
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| There must be something wrong with him
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| Was in a real bad shape
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| He spoke with a bleating voice
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| Tears were in his eyes
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| No need to hide out anyway
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| Saw pain through the disguise
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| One, for the failure of my dreams
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| 'Cause I’m weaker than it seem
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| I’ve never been that strong
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| What 'bout the writing on the wall?
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| How come I’ve never seen it all?
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| I was blind but-
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| Don’t look back
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| Don’t look back
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| It started when my woman died
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| Back in '89
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| I can’t remember countless days
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| That I just sat and cried
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| Desperately began to drink
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| There was no end in sight
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| And so I thought to myself
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| I’m gonna lose this fight
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| One, for the failure of my dreams
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| 'Cause I’m weaker than it seem
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| I’ve never been that strong
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| What 'bout the writing on the wall?
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| How come I’ve never seen it all?
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| I was blind but-
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| Don’t look back
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| Don’t look back
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| One, for the failure of my dreams
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| 'Cause I’m weaker than it seem
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| I’ve never been that strong
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| What 'bout the writing on the wall?
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| How come I’ve never seen it all?
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| I was blind but-
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| Don’t look back
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| Don’t look back |