| I stayed as drunk as I could
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| For longer than I should
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| Off ruby-red lips and soft fingertips
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| And her long blonde hair
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| Was flowing everywhere
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| Like a red, red wine
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| And it’s stoned my mind
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| What goes up must come down
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| It was a hard lesson learned
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| That was then, this is now
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| Don’t get too high on love
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| Or addicted to her touch
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| Don’t get hung up on forever
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| 'Cause there ain’t no such
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| Don’t get strung out on a woman
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| 'Cause comin' down is the hardest part
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| When she walks away and leaves you
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| With a hungover heart
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| Oh, I’ve tried to sober up
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| But I’m jonesin' way too much
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| For one more kiss
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| Oh, that heavenly bliss
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| And the longer that I’m dry
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| Takes me further back in time
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| When I was her man
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| Oh, and I was her man
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| Losin' her is gonna be the death of me
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| I can’t drown her memory out
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| With Tennessee whiskey
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| Don’t get too high on love
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| Or addicted to her touch
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| Don’t get hung up on forever
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| 'Cause there ain’t no such
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| Don’t get strung out on a woman
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| 'Cause comin' down is the hardest part
|
| When she walks away and leaves you
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| With a hungover heart
|
| Don’t get too high on love
|
| Or addicted to her touch
|
| Don’t get hung up on forever
|
| 'Cause there ain’t no such
|
| Don’t get strung out on a woman
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| 'Cause comin' down is the hardest part
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| When she walks away and leaves you
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| With a hungover heart
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| Oh, a hungover heart
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| She’ll leave you with a hungover heart |