| Sitting here on the edge of my head
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| Whiskey sweating in my hand
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| See the time stains on my finger
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| As I take another drink
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| And I wonder where you are tonight
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| I’m coming home
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| The Sun’s coming up and I’m still drinking
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| And no one left to pay my tab
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| And I know I’m good for one thing
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| Even though you said I’m good for none
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| You remember how we felt tonight
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| And I know that we will be alright
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| Sweet Christine, I never left you
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| You’ll never spend a night alone
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| I’ve said it so many times now that I’m starting to believe
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| That we could paint this town together one more time
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| You and me just get each other
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| Thirty years will do that much to some
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| And I miss that night when we had that fight
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| I still got the scars
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| But I knew that we would be alright
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| And I’m wondering where you are tonight
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| Sweet Christine, I never left you
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| You’ll never spend a night alone
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| I’ve said it so many times now that I’m starting to believe
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| That we could paint this town together one more time
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| Sweet Christine, I never left you
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| You’ll never spend a night alone
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| I’ve said it so many times now that I’m starting to believe
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| That we could paint this town together one more time
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| But sweet Christine, I never left you
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| You’ll never spend a night alone
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| I’ve said it so many times now that I’m starting to believe
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| That we could paint this town together one more time |