| I used to live with the whiskey
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| And the good time and the ladies of the night
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| Then the whiskey took control
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| Left me waltzing with the witches in my mind
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| But imaginary bottles won’t be everywhere
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| To haunt me like before
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| 'Cos I’m not dancing with those demons
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| I’m not dealing with that devil anymore
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| So, go to sleep my weary lady
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| Heaven knows you’ve done your chore
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| You were sent here just to save me
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| I’m not dancing with those demons
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| I’m not dealing with that devil anymore
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| It don’t matter where you came from
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| All I know is that you gave me back my pride
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| You reached out your hand and saved a man
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| Who strayed about as far as he could slide
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| And you probably came from heaven
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| Who else could’ve sent you but the Lord
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| I’m not dancing with those demons
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| I’m not dealing with that devil anymore
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| So, go to sleep my weary lady
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| Heaven knows you’ve done your chore
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| You were sent here just to save me
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| I’m not dancing with those demons
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| I’m not dealing with that devil anymore
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| Yeah, go to sleep my weary lady
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| Heaven knows you’ve done your chore
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| You were sent here just to save me
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| I’m not dancing with those demons
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| I’m not dealing with that devil anymore, yeah
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| Yeah, go to sleep my weary lady
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| Heaven knows you’ve done your chore
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| You were sent here just to save me
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| And I’m not dancing with those demons
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| I’m not dealing with that devil anymore |