| At a bar in a town that i sure won’t remember
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| The next time September will show her cruel face
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| I will race to the bottom of every glass and I hope that these drinks have a
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| shot
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| At replacing
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| The things that I lost on the way that I took to this place
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| So give me one shot of whiskey
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| Two lines of cocaine
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| And tell everyone who i love that I’m sorry but I’m built this way
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| And if you see my brother
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| Please tell him I’m fine
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| Promise I’m trying to get home for Christmas though I’m not sure quite why
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| Mercy me, oh my God I’m afraid that I’m losing my mind
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| It was hard, it was dark, I was starved for attention
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| I was seeking redemption
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| Or a face that i know
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| If there’s one thing I’ve learned as I’ve passed through the seasons
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| It’s not that you reap what you sew
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| It’s that you get what you give if you’re lucky
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| But mostly you don’t
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| So give me one shot of whiskey
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| Two lines of cocaine
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| And tell everyone who I love that I’m sorry but I’m built this way
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| And if you see my brother
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| Please tell him I’m fine
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| Promise I’m trying to get home for Christmas though I’m not sure quite why
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| Mercy me, oh my God I’m afraid that I’m losing my mind
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| I feel like a snowball in Hell
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| Cause I ain’t gonna last very long
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| Or a Liberty bell
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| That got cracked on it’s very first song
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| It would be easy to add all the things I’ve done right
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| Hard to count all the ones I’ve done wrong
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| Where did the time go
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| Where has it gone
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| So give me one shot of whiskey
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| Two lines of cocaine
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| And tell everyone who I love that I’m sorry but I’m built this way
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| And if you see my brother
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| Please tell him I’m fine
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| Promise I’m trying to get home for Christmas though I’m not sure quite why
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| Mercy me, oh my God I’m afraid that I’m losing my mind
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| Mercy me, oh my God I’m afraid that I’m losing my mind |