| Whiskey lingers
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| I never wanted to be skinny anyways
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| I always needed to be ready to fight
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| Hold on
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| I’m gonna do everything I said I would
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| Hold on
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| Now you’re judging me
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| Hold on
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| I’m gonna do everything I said I could
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| Hold on
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| This dog’s being judged by its fleas
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| You said it was yours to take
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| But I say it’s only mine to give
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| Whiskey lingers
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| I never wanted to be skinny anyways
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| I always needed to be ready to fight
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| We betrayed the betrayers and it felt good
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| Then we ran all the way to the sea
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| Got clean, came home
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| Looks like we’d never gone
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| It’s just a formality to get back to what we do
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| You said it was yours to take
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| But I say it’s only mine to give
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| Ooh
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| Whiskey lingers
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| I never wanted to be skinny anyways
|
| I always needed to be ready to fight
|
| Hold on
|
| I’m gonna do everything I said I would
|
| Hold on
|
| Now you’re judging me
|
| Hold on
|
| I’m gonna do everything I said I could
|
| Hold on
|
| This dog’s being judged by its fleas
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| You said it was yours to take
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| But I say it’s only mine to give |