| Didn’t look like alcohol to me But his hands were shakin’like a willow leaf
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| Reaching out for one more drink
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| He didn’t look like a loser to me But he was lost behind his tears
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| Something had to drive him in here
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| He don’t fit in with this crowd
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| Somewhere, sometime he was proud
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| There’s a storm stretched out
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| A million miles across his heart
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| And a war he’s fighting
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| In the dark
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| Whatever it is, something bigger then him
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| Drove him too far down to crawl
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| But it didn’t look like alcohol
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| Thought I heard him say somebody’s name
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| But I pretended like I didn’t hear
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| I just wished that I could disappear
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| He was cracking like a desert of burning shame
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| Pleading with someone that I couldn’t see
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| He might as well’ve been on his knees
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| Like a bomb tickin’ready to blow
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| He got up in a hurry to go There’s a storm stretched out
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| A million miles across his heart
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| And a war he’s fighting
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| In the dark
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| Whatever it is, something bigger then him
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| Drove him too far down to crawl
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| But it didn’t look like alcohol
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| The girl behind the bar says she guesses he forgot her
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| I said, Don’t worry I’ll get his tab
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| And gave me two of whatever he had
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| And she said, Water
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| Whatever it is, something bigger then him
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| Drove him too far down to crawl
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| But it didn’t look like alcohol
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| Didn’t look like alcohol to me |