| When the taste hits my lips and it’s as good as it gets
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| Makes it easy to forget what I should, shouldn’t do
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| It don’t take much to get me out and every time I cross that line
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| Yeah, it makes me feel like I’m on fire and bulletproof
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| Maker’s Mark, Marlboros, and you
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| But morning after, I get low, my pride sinking like a stone
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| Cold and empty handle, oh no, swear to God I’m through
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| Silence is a heavy sound, the hardest kind of coming down
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| The kind of feeling I feel now and every time I use
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| Maker’s Mark, Marlboros, and you
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| Maker’s Mark, Marlboros, and you
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| Baby, believe me
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| Tomorrow, I’ll be alright
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| 'Cause quitting you is easy
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| I’ve done it a hundred times
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| Well, habit’s a bitch to break and hardships wanna get their way
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| And then that memory’s all it takes and I’m running right back to
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| Maker’s Mark, Marlboros, and you
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| Maker’s Mark, Marlboros, and you |