| I wake up in the morning full of dread
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| Tryin’to remember what I’d said
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| I say that I won’t call you
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| And I mean it every time
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| Until I cross that bourbon borderline
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| I wish that I could tell you why I call
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| Sometimes it’s just hard for me, that’s all
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| I know that it’s over and it’s just a waste of time
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| Until I cross that bourbon borderline
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| Memories of you surround me And I’m afraid the tears might drown me Oh, I think I’m doing fine
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| Until I cross that bourbon borderline
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| It’s good that I just do this now and then
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| You know I’m realy not a drinking man
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| But I coan’t bear to talk about us any other time
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| Until I cross that bourbon borderline
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| Memories of you surround me And I’m afraid the tears might drown me Oh, I think I’m doing fine
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| Until I cross that bourbon borderline
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| Oh, I think I’m doing fine
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| Until I cross that bourbon borderline |