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I was destined for greatness |
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It's what my mother once told me |
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But now that i'm older |
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The future don't see the way she sees |
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Whiskey and the blues |
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Tissues i can't use |
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They don't dry it up |
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I don't use 'em no more |
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Alice oh alice |
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Where have ya been |
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There's light at the window |
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And it slowly pinches in |
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Alice oh alice |
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Time and misery |
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It moves rather slowly |
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It's the only way i see |
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I was destined for greatness |
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It's the way it shoulda been |
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But now that i'm older |
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I don't know what i wound up in |
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Oh whiskey and the blues |
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A language i can't use |
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It don't dry it up |
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No one listens anymore |
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Alice oh alice |
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Where have ya been |
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It's light at the window |
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And it slowly pinches in |
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Alice oh alice |
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Misery and time |
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It moves rather slowly |
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But at least i know it's mine |
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Alice oh alice |
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Where have ya been |
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It's light at the window |
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And it slowly pinches in |
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Alice oh alice |
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Misery and time |
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It moves so slowly |
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But i know for sure it's mine |
