| I slam my glass on the bar not thinking 'bout where you are
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| But I know the liquor won’t last
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| And I’m probably gonna take it way too far
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| I’m DUI on the way to your house but I know deep down
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| That I’m never gonna see you again
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| Still I drive by slow and turn the Kenny up loud
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| Tin man cause it’s kinda how I’m feeling now
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| I ain’t gonna find a way to get you back
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| And I did you wrong and I can’t change that
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| Maybe the crying will go and lay me flat
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| Wake up and do the same tomorrow
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| So pour me another shot to get you off my mind
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| And pour me another shot and then I’ve got to ride baby
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| And pour me another shot to get you off my mind
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| And pour me another shot and then I got to ride
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| I ain’t even thought about ya baby for the whole week long
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| And lately I just work eat sleep and I’m gone
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| I got the weekend coming then it’s time to unwind
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| 5 o’clock Friday evening and it’s quitting time
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| So I head to the bar with a couple of friends
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| And all they heads turn when you stroll in
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| You didn’t even speak when you walked right by
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| Hey… but I saw that look in your eye
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| Looks like you want a reconciliation
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| But baby girl it’s a bad situation
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| I’m big cause the bartender’s hot
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| And me and her are leaving after one more shot
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| So uh
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| So pour me another shot to get you off my mind
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| And pour me another shot and then I’ve got to ride baby
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| And pour me another shot to get you off my mind
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| And pour me another shot and then I got to ride, oh yes I do
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| How 'bout another round will you mix me up a strong one
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| I don’t wanna 'member when I wake up in the morning
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| I don’t care to talk cause the whiskey still callin'
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| Can’t believe she gone I guess I miss all the warnings
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| A lot I could have done just to keep her from leaving
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| I thought she was the one but I guess I was dreaming
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| What I thought was a part of me is now a part of my past
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| And I know ya feeling me, ya mind feeling my glass?
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| Sitting in a bar, see I’m glued to the stool
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| And I feel a lil' foolish being here singin' the blues
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| I can’t sing one note and I can’t carry a tune
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| But I’ll have another shot and dedicate it to you
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| So pour me another shot to get you off my mind
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| And pour me another shot and then I’ve got to ride baby
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| And pour me another shot to get you off my mind
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| And pour me another shot and then I got to ride, oh yes I do
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| Yeah… cause I’m moving on, yeah I’m moving on |