| If you were here tonight,
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| It’d be alright.
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| I wouldn’t have to think twice about,
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| a shot of whiskey on ice,
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| or maybe I won’t have to fight this fight.
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| When I’m by myself,
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| Feelin' like someone else,
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| And I’m tryin' to hide,
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| I take another sip of suicide,
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| Maybe I won’t have to die tonight,
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| 'Cause it’s,
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| One more battle with the bottle.
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| One more night of regret.
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| One more memory I wish I could forget,
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| But I can’t,
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| 'Cause that’s the battle I can’t win.
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| In the morning when I wake,
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| And the whole damn day to think about
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| I might change
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| the sun goes down I’ll throw it all, I’ll throw it all away…
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| 'Cause it’s,
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| One more battle with the bottle.
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| One more night of regret.
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| One more memory I wish I could forget,
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| But I can’t,
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| 'Cause that’s the battle I can’t win…
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| Oh ohh woah…
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| One more struggle with surrender,
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| One more shot to kill the pain.
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| One more get drunk and pick me up
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| And let me slip away…
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| 'Cause it’s,
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| One more battle with the bottle.
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| One more night of regret.
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| One more memory I wish I could forget,
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| But I can’t,
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| Oh ho no that’s the battle I can’t win,
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| 'Cause that’s the battle I can’t win!
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| That’s the battle I can’t… (win…) |