| I’m hiding here again
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| From the January snow
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| And the bottles on the wall
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| Tell me there’s 93 to go
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| I wish you’d never been here
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| Like I hope I’ll always know you
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| Could this bar look any better than when I’m half blind from the cold?
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| Apologetic with the most pathetic story ever told?
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| I’m undeveloped roll in a picture-perfect world you sold me
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| Dreams of you die harder
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| But dreams of you still go the farthest
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| Vodka to the left of me, tequila to the right
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| And time is like a bruise on my face tonight
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| I could never live it down but the again I might be tempted
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| And I ain’t never been so beat by the misery I made
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| Like a paradise tossed on some lost crusade
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| Guess I’d better start saving for the debts I’ll never pay in time
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| Dreams of you die hardest
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| But dreams of you still go the farthest
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| Just one last crawl
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| Before I can’t move at all
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| There’s just one last crawl
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| Before I can’t move at all
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| Second-hand drunks keep me coming back for more
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| And hope I’m not the first to be the last through the door
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| Could I love you any less than if I loved you any more?
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| Not likely
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| Not likely
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| Just one last crawl
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| Before I can’t move at all
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| There’s just one last crawl
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| Before I can’t move at all
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| Before I can’t move at all
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| Just one last crawl
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| Before I can’t move at all
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| Before I can’t move at all
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| Just one last crawl
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| Kepe it straight now
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| It could be any day now
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| Keep it straight now
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| It could be any day now
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| Keep it straight now
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| It could be any day now
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| Before I can’t move at all |