| I take a shot of Jameson or Jack to start the morning off with old friends
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| I’ll celebrate like it’s the anniversary of the day that we first met
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| I’ve been practicing our eulogy, separated all our things
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| I took my name off of the lease I’m leaving
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| 'Cause dear, four years hurts less than five
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| (And it’s never a good time)
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| I am sorry for all my crimes
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| And the wandering gaze of my unfaithful eyes
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| Now I wonder as I am sliding under the subtle control of the drink
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| If I have enough left in the bottle to say all the things I’m thinking?
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| I’ve been practicing my exit plan, nervously checking time
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| I still don’t know how I’ll survive
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| 'Cause dear, four years hurts less than five
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| (And it’s never a good time)
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| I am sorry for all my crimes
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| And the wandering gaze of my unfaithful eyes
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| It’s clear I am an awful mess
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| (I had to get this off my chest)
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| Soon the only thing I’ll have left
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| Is your memory and promises never kept
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| When she came home I made her sit
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| My feet tap out a rhythm as I draw breath in
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| To hurt the only one I’ve loved
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| «This is so damn hard but I am giving up.»
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| «The person that you love is dead,
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| I flooded him out with the Jack and Jameson,
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| So happy anniversary.
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| The best gift I could think to give you was to set you free.»
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping behind the wheel
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping behind the wheel
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| Behind the wheel |