| When it comes to emotion,
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| makes me start choking
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| so I, sit by the ocean
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| spent my last buck on a bottle of whiskey
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| drunk and broke
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| sittin' here in history
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| I made my mind up
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| How I’m going
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| I got no where to go
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| don’t know where I’m going
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| I do know one thing
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| one thing that is true
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| wherever I go, I’m gonna need you
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| we just cant let each other go now
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| we’re too close, to ever slow down
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| the only one who keeps my chin up
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| when you touch my lips we’re like two dogs stuck
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| cold, cold beer
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| don’t you ever worry
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| I am right here
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| never live without you
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| don’t care what I amount to, no.
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| talkin' bout cold cold beer
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| don’t you ever worry, I am right here
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| can’t ever live without you
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| I pick you up
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| I take you home
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| sit on my couch, turn off my phone,
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| cuz I love your taste, love your smell
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| who would ever thought that we could do so well
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| hell, I guess we’re meant for each other
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| sorta like the microphone and my buddy Bruce Buffer
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| I can’t really express my joy
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| sorta like a scrap between Osgood and Patty Roy
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| I cant take my eyes off you
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| went to rehab, thought that I lost you
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| but now we’re are back together, with a vengeance
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| must be my little, Irish descendance.
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| it feels pretty good, to get this off my chest
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| even though people sayin, Jesse’s obsessed
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| well maybe I am, maybe their right
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| one thing that I know, it was love at first sight.
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| Yeah, cold cold beer
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| don’t you ever worry I am right here
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| can never live without you
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| i wouldn’t even want to
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| cold, cold beer
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| don’t you ever worry
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| i am right here
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| never live without you
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| you don’t care what I amount to
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| Well I’m sitting on my stoop feelin' kinda lonely
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| me and Brenda fightin' so I call up the homies
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| but guys busy hangin' out in front of Sobey’s
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| there’s only one little fella who really knows me
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| he comes in a little brown, bottle or can
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| sits in my hand til I can barely stand
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| he’s part of the family, he’s part of the team
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| Took me under his wing when I was just a teen
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| every time he comes around he always,
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| takes me back to when I had a fake ID, and a little dirt stash
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| Get a road soak, cold pop, two-four, wob pop, pop top, twist top, tall boy,
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| cold shot
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| BEER, cold, cold beer
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| don’t you ever worry, I am right here
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| never live without you
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| you don’t care what I amount to,
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| Oh cold beer,
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| don’t you ever worry,
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| I am right here can’t ever live without you
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| I wouldn’t even want to |