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Memories and drinks don't mix too well. |
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Jukebox records don't play those wedding bells. |
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Lookin' at the world through the bottom of a glass, |
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All I see is a man who's fading fast. |
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Tonight I need that woman again. |
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What I'd give for my baby to just walk in. |
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Sit down beside me and say: It's alright. |
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Take me home and make sweet love to me tonight. |
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But here I am again, mixin' misery and gin. |
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Sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself. |
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I look like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can tell, |
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That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell. |
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I light a lonely woman's cigarette, |
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We both start talkin' 'bout what we want to forget. |
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Her life story and mine are the same. |
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We both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame. |
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But here I am again, mixin' misery and gin. |
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Sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself. |
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I look like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can tell, |
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That this Honky Tonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell. |
