| The last time I swore it was the last time
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| And the time before I swear I swore the same
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| Honey this time baby I won’t make a promise
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| Ive given up I’m never gonna change
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| So pass that bottle I’m jumping off this wagon
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| It never seemed to get me very far
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| You can say what you will
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| But I’m drinking til I get my fill
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| So if your looking darling ill be at the bar
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| I’ve always had this black streak up my back
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| And the night time plays a song I like to sing
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| So if you don’t like the way I run my shop
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| My friends don’t seem to mind my company
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| So pass that bottle I’m jumping off this wagon
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| It never seemed to get me very far
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| You can say what you will
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| But I’m drinking til I get my fill
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| So if your looking darling ill be at the bar
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| Tomorrow morning my head it will be ringing
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| And the look that’s in my eyes it may be scary
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| So I guess ill have to drag myself to the kitchen
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| And find that bottle of 90 for bloody mary’s
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| So pass that bottle I’m jumping off this wagon
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| It never seemed to get me very far
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| You can say what you will
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| But I’m drinking til I get my fill
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| So if your looking darling ill be at the bar |