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Last shot sure killed me |
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Pour another drink |
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Let's drink to the last shot |
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And the blood on the dishes in the sink |
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Blood inside the coffee cup |
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Blood on the table top |
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But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish |
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That you knew it was your last shot |
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When you quit, you quit, but you always wish |
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That you knew it was your last shot |
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I shot blood at the fly on the wall |
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My heart almost stopped hardly there at all |
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I broke the mirror with my fall, with my - |
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- fall-fall-fall |
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Fall-fall-fall |
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Gimme a double, give yourself one two |
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Gimme a short beer, one for you too |
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And a toast to everything that doesn't move |
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That doesn't move |
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But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish |
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That you knew it was your last shot |
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When you quit, you quit, but you always wish |
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That you knew it was your last shot |
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Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch |
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I don't care what it is you've got |
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I just want to know that it's my last shot |
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My last shot |
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I remember when i quit pretty good |
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See this here, this is where i chipped my tooth |
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Shot of vein in my neck and i coughed up a quaalude |
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On my last shot |
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My last shot |
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Here's a toast to all that's good |
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And here's a toast to hate |
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And here's a toast to toasting and i'm not boasting |
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When i say i'm getting straight |
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When i say i'm getting straight |
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But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish |
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That you knew it was your last shot |
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When you quit, you quit, but you always wish |
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That you knew it was your last shot |
