| Sippin' at the wine
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| Drinkin' all the time
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| Drinkin' kinda slow
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| Hopin' it won’t go
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| See when I get dry
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| I just sit and cry over my baby
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| Seems that in the past
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| It was gonna last
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| Somewhere it went wrong
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| All the good time’s gone
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| But I don’t know why
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| So I sit and cry over my baby
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| Well, now yeah, I thought that, I thought that
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| If we could take it, we’d love each other so much
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| We’d be sure to make it, but oh baby, oh my baby
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| Look what we’ve got, there’s nothin' at all
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| Thinkin' of the bad times
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| Stretched out on my bed
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| Images of you, girl
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| Runnin' through my head
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| Wish that I could die
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| So I lay and cry over my baby
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| Sippin' at the wine
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| I’m drinkin' all the time
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| I’m drinkin' kinda slow
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| And I’m hopin' it won’t go
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| See when I get dry
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| I just sit and cry over my baby
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| Well, now I thought that, I thought that
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| If we could take it, we’d love each other so much
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| We’d be sure to make it, but oh baby, oh, my baby
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| Well, look what we’ve got, there’s nothin' at all
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| Look what we’ve got, there’s nothin' at all
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| Look what we’ve got, look what we’ve got
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| Nothin' at all, look, look what we’ve got
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| It’s nothin' at all, yes, look what we’ve got |