| I have always tried to keep my glass full
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| Sometimes I have whiskey and sometimes wine
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| Baby, why is it whenever your glass is empty
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| You come along and knock over mine?
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| I’d like to tell you that I can make it without you
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| And I won’t shed a tear when you walk out the door
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| Lord knows I’ve been down that road a time or two
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| But then I’ve never been without you before
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| I couldn’t tell you how much I paid for this bottle
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| And how long we’ve been here your guess is as good as mine
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| Sometimes that wine don’t hit me like it ought to
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| But that old whiskey suits me fine
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| I’d like to tell you that I can make it without you
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| And I won’t shed a tear when you walk out the door
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| Lord knows I’ve been down that road a time or two
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| But then I’ve never been without you before
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| Drove me to drinking, ran off with some other man
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| But a broken heart heals like a bottle empties with time
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| Well, since you’ve been gone life’s been more than I can stand
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| So sometimes whiskey and sometimes there’s wine |