| I can barely speak, barely hold my head up now
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| I feel buried in, shadows try and black me out
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| I’ve been carrying this bottle but it weighs me down
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| My addictive personality finally got the best of me
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| She spun around, tipsy, and and my hands are tied
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| So I turn to her, told myself it’s just a vice
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| 'Cause I know that she’s no good, but I am hypnotized
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| Her lips are a distillery and
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| She put whiskey, whiskey, whiskey in the water
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| I try and fight it, but her proof is stronger
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| I’m pinned against the altar, wrestle with the monster
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| But every time I try to leave, she pours herself into my drink
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| (Whiskey in the water)
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| I can feel the burn on the rocks, it lays me out
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| But she takes me deep and tells me that I’m all hers now
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| Never had a sip of royalty, but taste the crown
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| Her lips are a distillery and
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| She put whiskey, whiskey, whiskey in the water
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| I try and fight it, but her proof is stronger
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| I’m pinned against the altar, wrestle with the monster
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| But every time I try to leave, she pours herself into my drink
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| Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey in the water
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| With every pull, she pushes even harder
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| She always seems to know when I start to sober up
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| And she pours herself into my drink
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| (Whiskey in the water)
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| Like a shot to the heart, but there’s blood in the water
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| The current is dragging, pulling me farther
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| The more that I fight it, the more it gets stronger
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| Fighting me, dragging me, pulling me down below
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| Down below
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| She put whiskey, whiskey, whiskey in the water
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| I try and fight it, but her proof is stronger
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| I’m pinned against the altar, wrestle with the monster
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| But every time I try to leave, she pours herself into my drink
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| Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey in the water
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| With every pull, she pushes even harder
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| I’m pinned against the altar, wrestle with the monster
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| But every time I try to leave, she pours herself into my drink
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| Whiskey in the water, whiskey in the water |