| The bottle’s my lover, she’s just my friend
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| I’m thinking of drinking when we’re lying in bed
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| She tells me «Come over», i’m drinking instead
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| 'Cause the bottle’s my lover, she’s just my friend
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| I can’t write myself out of this twilight
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| The words, they won’t come out
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| I’m buried alive
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| Try to recover, impossible to mend
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| So the bottle’s my doctor
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| And my prescription
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| Pop-gun cowboy run
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| With this symbol you were born
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| It’s carved into your arm
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| Now fade into the dawn
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| My spirit is half sure like the love I refuse
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| And i’m looking past her
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| So she’s cutting me loose
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| Can’t find any reason
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| Or cause to believe in
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| So the bottle’s my savior
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| Like it’s always been
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| Can’t find any reason
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| Or cause to believe in
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| So the bottle’s my savior
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| Like it’s always been
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| And the bottle’s my doctor
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| And my prescription
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| Yeah, the bottle’s my lover, she’s just my friend
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| Yeah, the bottle’s my lover, she’s just my friend |