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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad |
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You think, I'm no good, I know I've been bad |
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And took you to a place, now you can't get back |
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad |
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Walked together down a dead end street |
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We were mixing the bitter with the sweet |
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And don't try to figure out, what we might have had |
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Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad |
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I'm just a singer, some say a sinner |
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Rolling the dice, not always a winner |
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You say I've been lucky, well I've made my own |
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Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone |
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Under pressure, but not bent out of shape |
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Surrounded, we always found an escape |
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You drove me to drink, but, hey, that ain't so bad |
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad |
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Guess, I've been greedy all of my life |
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Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife |
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Greedy for the good things as well as the bad |
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Two shots of happy, one shot, one shot of sad |
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Maybe it's just talk, saloon singing |
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The chairs are all stacked, the swingings stopped swinging |
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You say, I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself |
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Then after you did it, you came crying for my help |
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad |
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I ain't complaining, baby, I'm glad |
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You call it a compromise, well, what's that? |
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad |
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Two shots of happy, one shot of sad |
