| I don’t know who I am or why I take it this far
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| I wish I could find myself but I don’t know where you are
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| Woke up a little too late wearin' the same old shirt
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| Maybe I started a little too soon
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| 'Cause I’m already slurrin' my words
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| Whiskey’s got a hold on me
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Well, I’ve been lost since you took off
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| Can’t see me with anyone else
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| 'Cause whiskey’s got a hold on me
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| Got a pair of bloodshot eyes, everything to lose
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| Frying myself every night at this bar, it’s yesterday’s news
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| Last call at 2 a.m., always tells the truth
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| I can tell when the lights come on, I’m still not over you
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| Whiskey’s got a hold on me
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Well, I’ve been lost since you took off
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| Can’t see me with anyone else
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| 'Cause whiskey’s got a hold on me
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| You’re all I see all the time
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| That’s why I drink you off my mind
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| Whiskey’s got a hold on me
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| I can’t help myself
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| Well, I’ve been lost since you took off
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| Can’t see me with anyone else
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| 'Cause whiskey, I say the whiskey’s got a hold on me |