| If there’s a Lover’s Graveyard
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| I’m sure she’s digging me a grave
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| I’m sure my marker will read
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| «World's Biggest Sucker For a Pretty Face»
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| Every time I think I’ve finally found my mate
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| she feels scared or she feels trapped
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| and eventually escapes
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| So now I’m loving the bottle
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| I’m trying to kill the pain
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| lips wrapped around it like the end of a gun
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| I’m gonna drink her love away
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| Yeah, love is for losers
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| the greatest lovers were fools
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| love will pick you up and bury you down in the dumps
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| it’ll make a cold stiff one out of you
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| I don’t know why I fall for it
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| it’s so cliche
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| life’s some kind of twisted game
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| I just can’t help but play
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| I’m a pawn and they’re all queens
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| they know all the secret moves
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| and just when I think I’ve won
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| they always go and change the rules
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| Yeah, love’s like a bar-tab
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| You just drink it away
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| It just keeps on building up
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| and in the end you’ve gotta pay
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| so now I’m hitting on a waitress
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| I keep calling her «nurse»
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| love will leave you like an empty glass
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| when you’re dying of thirst |
| Can I have just one more beer nurse?
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| Can’t you see I’m dying here now nurse?
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| Can’t you see I’m too dry for tears now nurse?
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| Oh, nurse…
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| Can I have just one more beer nurse?
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| Yeah if you need to find me
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| Well you know where I’ve been
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| I’m committing suicide
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| down at 50 Bourbon Street
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| 50 Bourbon
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| 50 Bourbon
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| 50 Bourbon
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| 50 Bourbon Street |