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Another Shot of
Whiskey
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You walk in with another headache I can tell by the lines in your
face you seem to think if you just remove the problem the answers
are what will come next Another shot of whiskey and maybe I'll be
ready for what's still crowded in your head Never seeing that all
the good times are what walked in with the bad I don't know why we
compromise ourselves I thought it was a common understanding which
all I've tried to help with Tell me, do I end up empty handed?
Another couple of beers while I'm safe here at the bar and maybe
I'll get me some rest Don't know why all the good times have to
turn-up with the bad It's like a sword of hate you brandish it so
proud I wonder if you're taught what you feel or is it the way you
got it cold dead in your eye? It would be good if you could just
leave me well enough alone The crime of fate is what I have to
follow through if I'm going to get past you Another shot of whiskey
and that's about the only way I can listen anymore Go ahead and
drown me of everything At least I still got my place at the bar
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