| Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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| You think I’m no good, well I know I’ve been bad
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| Took you to a place, now you can’t get back
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| Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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| Walked together down a dead end street
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| We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
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| Don’t try to figure out what we might of had
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| Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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| I’m just a singer, some say a sinner
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| Rolling the dice, not always a winner
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| You say I’ve been lucky, well hell I’ve made my own
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| Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone
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| Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
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| Surrounded, we always found an escape
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| Drove me to drink, but hey that’s not all bad
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| Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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| Guess I’ve been greedy, all of my life
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| Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife
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| Greedy for the good things as well as the bad
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| Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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| Maybe it’s just talk, saloon singing
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| The chairs are all stacked, the swinging’s stopped swinging
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| You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself
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| Then after you did it, you came crying for my help
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| Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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| I’m not complaining, baby I’m glad
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| You call it a compromise, well what’s that
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| Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
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| Two shots of happy, one shot of sad |