| I hate this bar, I hate this town
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| I always find you in this crowd
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| Whiskey double, ginger back
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| Numb me up before I crack
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| The day’s been just a losing fight
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| Drunk in Hollywood tonight
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| You got me in the palm of your hands
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| And maybe I will lose who I am
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| 'Cause they’re only hanging on by a string
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| You ain’t ready to cut me free
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| Got me in the palm of your hands
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| Baby, all your words, they kill
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| And I’ve run out of all these pills
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| I’m getting thinner, getting tired
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| I give an inch, you take a mile
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| And I can’t keep going back and forth
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| Real love ain’t no swingin' door
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| You got me in the palm of your hands
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| And maybe I will lose who I am
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| 'Cause I’m only hanging on by a string
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| You ain’t ready to cut me free
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| Got me in the palm of your hands
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| You shot this plane, it’s goin' down
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| I hate this bar, I hate this town |