| It’s funny how I used to say
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| «That will never be me»
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| Ain’t it funny how things change?
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| It’s so crazy to see
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| The paths that we’ve chosen
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| The lives that we lead
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| One completely full of lust
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| The other full of greed
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| But now, I’m living in this bottle
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| Praying to God that He
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| Can take me back to when I needed her
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| And she needed me
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| I had to pick my poison
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| And it had to be her
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| And I drink her down every night
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| Just to feel the burn
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| I never knew perfection
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| Could become a heart attack
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| But now I’m washing my whole life down
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| With this bottle of Jack
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| I had to pick my poison
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| And it had to be her
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| And I drink her down every night
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| Just to feel the burn
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| I know she’d hate to see me now
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| But I hope she understands
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| That the only time I feel like a man
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| Is with a bottle in my hands
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| Don’t you think it’s time
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| That we stopped playing games?
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| I can see that look in your eyes
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| You still got that flame
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| And yet, here we are
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| Back at it again
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| But this time you’ll be my poison girl
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| You can numb my pain
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| I had to pick my poison (Yeah)
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| And it had to be her (It had to be her)
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| And I drink her down every night
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| Just to feel the burn (Just to feel the burn)
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| I know she’d hate to see me now
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| But I hope she understands
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| That the only time I feel like a man (The only time, only time)
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| Is with a bottle in my hands
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| (Yeah) |