| I could say that the smoke gets in my eyes
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| I could say that’s the reason I cry
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| But as I look across this booth and in your eyes
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| I can see why you said goodbye
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| Honky tonks and slow sad music
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| Play the jukebox
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| Let the red wine flow free
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| Honky tonks and slow sad music
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| Your way of life is killing me
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| As I sit here I’m trying to talk to you
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| But you’re staring out into space
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| It’s the honky tonks that I’m competing with
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| And the night life has taken my place
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| Honky tonks and slow sad music
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| Play the jukebox
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| Let the red wine flow free
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| Honky tonks and slow sad music
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| Your way of life is killing me
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| Yes your way of life is killing me |