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Pour me, pour me, pour me another, |
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It haunts me, haunts me, like no other, |
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One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home, |
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Truth is, I don't really have a place to go, |
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So pour me, pour me, pour me another. |
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I wake up right about the mid-afternoon, |
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With the sun in the sky but nights coming soon, |
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And I walk to the mirror just to fix myself, |
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Yeah life gets harder when you love nothing else, |
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So I pick my pills from the counter drawer, |
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Pick my self-esteem up off the ****ing floor, |
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I guess I'm a man of no recourse, |
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As I crack another bottle, got no remorse, |
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And I'll say a little prayer for the child in me, |
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I swear I used to be what I truly believe, |
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That I'm not just a man with these broken dreams, |
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That even I could go to heaven, if I'm part deceased, So... |
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Pour me, pour me, pour me another, |
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It haunts me, haunts me, like no other, |
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One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home, |
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Truth is, I don't really have a place to go, |
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So pour me, pour me, pour me another. |
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People get sick when they watch you bleed, |
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When you fell from the top, boy you better believe, |
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At the bottom, they got just, yeah, just what you need, |
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But at the bottom, you can't swim 'cause you drank up the sea, |
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When we stop and we look up to the sky, |
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They don't ask any questions, they ask us why? |
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Don't have any answers, don't know what to say, |
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Our knees are getting tired, too tired to pray, |
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That's when we laid down the end of the road, |
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We all seem to walk and I guess walking alone, |
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And I'm not just a man with these broken dreams, |
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Even I could go to heaven, if I'm part deceased, So... |
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Pour me, pour me, pour me another, |
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It haunts me, haunts me, like no other, |
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One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home, |
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Truth is, I don't really have a place to go, |
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So pour me, pour me, pour me another. |
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Time just seems to go |
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On and on, |
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On and on, |
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And on and on, |
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Life inside a bottle all alone, |
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All alone, |
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The bottle's gone, |
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I'm not just a man with these broken dreams, |
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Even I could go to heaven, if I'm part deceased, |
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What's life inside a bottle if it's gone? |
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One more song and I'm finally free, |
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I'll meet you here in heaven, between the sea, |
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'Cause I'm not just a man with these broken dreams, |
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Even I could go to heaven, if I'm part deceased, So... |
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Pour me, pour me, pour me another, |
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It haunts me, haunts me, like no other, |
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One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home, |
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Truth is, I don't really have a place to go, |
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So pour me, pour me, pour me another. |
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Pour me, pour me, |
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Pour me, pour me, pour me another, |
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Pour me, pour me, |
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Pour me, pour me, pour me another, |
