| The last shot should’ve killed me Pour another drink
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| Let’s drink to the last shot
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| And the blood on the dishes in the sink
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| Blood inside the coffee cup
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| Blood on the table top
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| When you quit, you quit
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| But you always wish
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| You knew it was your last shot
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| But when you quit, you quit
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| But you always wish
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| You knew it was your last shot
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| I shot blood at the fly on the wall
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| My heart almost stopped
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| Hardly there at all
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| I broke the mirror with my fall
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| With my fall — fall — fall
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| Fall — fall — fall
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| Gimme a double
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| Give yourself one too
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| Gimme a short beer
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| One for you too
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| And a toast to everything that doesn’t move
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| That doesn’t move
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| But when you quit, you quit
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| But you always wish
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| You knew it was your last shot
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| When you quit, you quit
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| But you always wish
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| You knew it was your last shot
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| Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch
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| I don’t care what it is you’ve got
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| I just want to know that it’s my last shot
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| My last shot
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| I remember when I quit pretty good
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| See this here’s where I chipped my tooth
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| I shot a vein in my neck and I coughed up a quaalude
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| On my last shot
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| My last shot
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| But when you quit, you quit
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| But you always wish
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| You knew it was your last shot
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| When you quit, you quit
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| But you always wish
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| You knew it was your last shot |