| Yeah the lady and me both agree somedays we just don’t get along
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| But the whiskey and me both agree maybe we’re both just better off
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| Well my preacher believes I don’t need all of these demons hangin' on
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| But we both know if they don’t, I’ll get lonely, need a few to tag along
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| Hanging here by a thread
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| Hear your voice inside my head
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| I lay beside you every night and dread the day you might be gone
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| She said «In case you hadn’t noticed that
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| Played second fiddle to the bottle for a little too long (no)
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| And I ain’t about to anymore»
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| Now the wagon I’m in’s paper thin
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| I think one wheel’s coming off
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| Hey Sister Sin with that grin, where you been?
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| So kind of you to help me off
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| Fall from grace, kingdom come
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| Lying face down in the mud
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| Please don’t hate, Lord don’t judge
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| For I know not just what I’ve done
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| Lying face down in the mud
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| For I know not just what I’ve done
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| For I know not just what I’ve done |