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Whiskey hold me well |
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And never let me spill |
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From the blind man's bluff |
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Across the frozen lake |
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Oh chance me, chance me not, |
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With the last chance that you've got |
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Keep it rising like the river |
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And sinking with my fear |
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Somewhere out of these |
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Somewhere out of these woods |
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Somewhere out of these |
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Somewhere out of these woods |
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Whiskey hold me well |
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Ain't nothing you can't kill |
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Now the pain is just forgiveness |
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In a borrowed suit of clothes |
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Agree to disbelieve |
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Leave the thinking for the thieves |
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Left my empties at your doorstep |
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Left my judgement on your trail |
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Somewhere out of these |
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Somewhere out of these woods |
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Somewhere out of these |
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Somewhere out of these woods |
