| I put the lid on these pills, gave away that cocaine
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| I couldn’t drink another whiskey to kill all this pain
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| Your leaving left me damned down in this hole
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| And it’s hard to get high when you’re feeling this low
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| Another night on the rocks and I can’t be found
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| Another night with this bottle and my lonesome low down
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| Well you tore me apart, I turned loose in my soul
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| Ain’t it hard to get high when you’re feeling this low?
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| And I wait for the day maybe I’ll see the light
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| And get on over you, but it won’t be tonight
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| Through the smoke and the neon, don’t that old jukebox moan
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| And it’s hard to get high when you’re feeling this low
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| Another night on the rocks and I can’t be found
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| Another night with this bottle and my lonesome low down
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| Well you tore me apart, I turned loose in my soul
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| Ain’t it hard to get high when you’re feeling this low?
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| Ain’t it hard to get high when you’re feeling this low?
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| Ain’t it hard to get high when you’re feeling this low?
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| Ain’t it hard to get high when you’re feeling this low?
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| Ain’t it hard to get high when you’re feeling this low?
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| Ain’t it hard to get high when you’re feeling this low?
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| Ain’t it hard to get high when you’re feeling this low? |