| Had me a whiskey, and I chased it
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| Got me some trouble, gonna face it
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| But if I had a trump card, I would place it
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| That’s for sure… yeah…
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| I had a dream, but I can’t trace it
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| I call out your name, so you might hear it
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| But it only adds fuel, to the fire
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| In my soul… yeah…
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| If I could just, re-write the pages
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| Wake up with peace, with the way it is
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| I don’t wanna live in this world, if you can’t grace it
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| Anymore… anymore…yeah…
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| Friends try to raise my spirits, higher
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| Well, there’s no doubting, the stong desire
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| They don’t feel the heat, of the fire
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| In my soul… In my soul…
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| Had me a whiskey, and I chased it
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| Got me some trouble, gonna face it
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| But if I had a trump card, I would place it
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| Yeah… At your door… oh yeah… |