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If there's a |
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Lover's Graveyard |
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I'm sure she's digging me a grave |
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I'm sure my marker will read "World's Biggest Sucker For a Pretty Face" |
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Every time |
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I think I've finally found my mate she feels scared or she feels trapped and eventually escapes |
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So now I'm loving the bottle |
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I'm trying to kill the pain lips wrapped around it like the end of a gun |
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I'm gonna drink her love away |
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Yeah, love is for losers the greatest lovers were fools love will pick you up and bury you down in the dumps it'll make a cold stiff one out of you |
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I don't know why |
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I fall for it it's so cliche life's some kind of twisted game |
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I just can't help but play |
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I'm a pawn and they're all queens they know all the secret moves and just when |
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I think I've won they always go and change the rules |
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Yeah, love's like a bar-tab |
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You just drink it away |
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It just keeps on building up and in the end you've gotta pay so now |
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I'm hitting on a waitress |
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I keep calling her "nurse" love will leave you like an empty glass when you're dying of thirst |
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Can I have just one more beer nurse? |
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Can't you see |
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I'm dying here now nurse? |
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Can't you see |
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I'm too dry for tears now nurse? |
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Oh, nurse... |
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Can I have just one more beer nurse? |
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Yeah if you need to find me |
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Well you know where |
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I've been |
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I'm committing suicide down at 50 |
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Bourbon Street 50 |
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Bourbon 50 |
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Bourbon 50 |
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Bourbon 50 |
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Bourbon Street |
