| I get drunk and talk to God
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| I say I’m sorry for all the things I’m not
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| And I mean every word I say
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| And I promise I can change
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| When I get drunk and talk to God
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| When I talk to God I tell him why we’re through
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| I tell him all the things I did and didn’t do
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| I’ll say, «I can’t be alone»
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| And he’ll say, «Son, you’re on your own»
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| 'Cause when I talk to God I tell him why we’re through
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| I wish that I could go to church but I’m too ashamed of me
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| I hate the fact it takes a bottle to get me on my knees
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| And I hope he’ll forgive the things you ain’t forgot
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| When I get drunk and talk to God
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| When I talk to God I thank him for the time
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| All those precious years that you were mine, all mine
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| I know he’s a busy man, he’ll help me if he can
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| So when I talk to God I thank him for the time
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| I wish that I could go to church but I’m too ashamed of me
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| I hate the fact it takes a bottle to get me on my knees
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| And I hope he’ll forgive the things you ain’t forgot
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| When I get drunk and talk to God
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| Oh, when I get drunk and talk to God |