| The whiskey bottle’s almost empty
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| As well as the pack of smokes
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| Been awake for several days now
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| Haunted by the memories
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| My heart has become colder than this room
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| Long time since I felt joy or happiness
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| All of the roses you planted have lost
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| Their touch and faded away
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| Thinking back on the good times we had
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| When we would laugh
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| The wind blew in your hair as we
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| Drove across the country
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| Not even all of the world’s whores
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| Can satisfy me anymore
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| I’ve lost the spark and light
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| Nothing to hold close to my heart
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| I keep staring at the chromed .45
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| Lying on the living room table
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| A moment of silence… |