| Memories and drinks don’t mix too well.
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| Jukebox records don’t play those wedding bells.
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| Lookin’at the world through the bottom of a glass,
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| All I see is a man who’s fading fast.
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| Tonight I need that woman again.
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| What I’d give for my baby to just walk in.
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| Sit down beside me and say: It’s alright.
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| Take me home and make sweet love to me tonight.
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| But here I am again, mixin’misery and gin.
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| Sittin’with all my friends and talkin’to myself.
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| I look like I’m havin’a good time but any fool can tell,
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| That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya’feel like hell.
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| I light a lonely woman’s cigarette,
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| We both start talkin''bout what we want to forget.
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| Her life story and mine are the same.
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| We both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame.
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| But here I am again, mixin’misery and gin.
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| Sittin’with all my friends and talkin’to myself.
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| I look like I’m havin’a good time but any fool can tell,
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| That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya’feel like hell. |