| Pistol in my pocket, whiskey on my face
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| I guess this time the devil sent the bottle in his place
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| Well, I lived to see the morning’s sun
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| Well, I make my way among the unforgiven
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| Things get good and crazy once the bottle takes my hand
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| I get to run in sideways like a snake across the sand
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| Gliding on straight into the morning sun, yeah
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| As I make my way among the unforgiven
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| You may pity me, you may mark my time
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| You may even understand
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| How nobility and love go blind
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| Once the bottle owns the man
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| You may pity me, yeah, you may mark my time
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| You may even understand
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| How nobility and love go blind
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| Once the bottle owns the man
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| I got a funny feeling, I have been this way before
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| Trouble on my shoulder, temptation at my door
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| Win or lose, still I fly straight towards the sun
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| Straight towards the sun
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| As I make my way among the unforgiven
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| As I make my way among the unforgiven |