| Pour me, pour me, pour me another
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| It holds me, holds me like no other
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| One more drink then I swear that I’m going home
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| Truth is, I don’t really have a place to go
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| So pour me, pour me, pour me another
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| I wake up right about the mid-afternoon
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| With the sun in the sky, but night’s coming soon
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| And I walk to the mirror just to fix myself
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| Yeah, life gets harder when you love nothing else
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| So I pick up my pills from the counter drawer
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| Pick my self-esteem up off the fucking floor
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| I guess I’m a man of no recourse
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| As I crack another bottle, got no remorse
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| And I’ll say a little prayer for the child in me
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| I swear I used to be one, I truly believed
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| That I’m not just a man with these broken dreams
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| That even I can go to heaven if I part the sea, so…
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| Pour me, pour me, pour me another
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| It holds me, holds me like no other
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| One more drink then I swear that I’m going home
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| Truth is, I don’t really have a place to go
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| So pour me, pour me, pour me another
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| People get sick, and they’ll watch you bleed
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| When you fall from the top, boy you better believe
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| At the bottom, they got just, yeah, just what you need
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| But at the bottom, you can’t swim 'cause you drank up the sea
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| When we stop, and we look up to the sky
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| They don’t ask any questions, they ask us why
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| Don’t have any answers, don’t know what to say
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| Our knees are getting tired, too tired to pray
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| That’s when we lay down, end of the road
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| We all seem to walk it, guess I walked it alone
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| And I’m not just a man with these broken dreams
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| Even I can go to heaven if I part the sea, so…
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| Pour me, pour me, pour me another
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| It holds me, holds me like no other
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| One more drink then I swear that I’m going home
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| Truth is, I don’t really have a place to go
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| So pour me, pour me, pour me another
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| Time just seems to go on and on
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| On and on and on and on
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| Life inside a bottle, all along
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| All along, the bottle’s gone
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| I’m not just a man with these broken dreams
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| Even I can go to heaven if I part the sea
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| What’s life inside a bottle if it’s gone?
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| One more song and I’m finally free
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| I’ll meet you here in heaven between the sea
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| 'Cause I’m not just a man with these broken dreams
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| Even I can go to heaven if I part the sea, so…
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| Pour me, pour me, pour me another
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| It holds me, holds me like no other
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| One more drink then I swear that I’m going home
|
| Truth is, I don’t really have a place to go
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| So pour me, pour me, pour me another
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| Pour me, pour me
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| Pour me, pour me
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| Pour me, pour me
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| Pour me, pour me
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| Pour me another |