| I’m living life with no regrets
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| They’re on their way buy ain’t here yet
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| I just left Las Vegas in bad, bad shape
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| I only call home if I get the chance
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| Every other night a new romance
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| Wake up just in time to miss the day
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| And now I’m talking to the man in the mirror
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| And I think I heard him say
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| What ya gonna do
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| When the whiskey ain’t working no more?
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| Life don’t feel like before
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| What ya gonna do?
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| What ya gonna do
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| When the ride ain’t climbing no more?
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| Nobody’s beatin' down your door
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| What ya gonna do?
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| And I’m still closing down these streets
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| I’m high enough to make believe
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| That I ain’t ever gonna hit the ground
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| The one that got away from me
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| Every now and then she calls to see
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| If I’m alive or plan to settle down
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| Well, I called her drunk last night
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| And I think I heard her say
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| What ya gonna do
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| When the whiskey ain’t working no more?
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| Life don’t feel like before
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| What ya gonna do?
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| What ya gonna do
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| When the ride ain’t climbing no more?
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| Nobody’s beatin' down your door
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| What ya gonna do?
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| I can’t sleep and I can’t hide
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| 'Cause the voices in my head are getting louder
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| Getting louder every night
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| I’m living life with no regrets
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| They’re on their way but ain’t here yet
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| What ya gonna do
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| When the whiskey ain’t working no more?
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| Life don’t feel like before
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| What ya gonna do?
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| What ya gonna do
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| When the ride ain’t climbing no more?
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| Nobody’s beatin' down your door
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| What ya gonna do?
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| What ya gonna do
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| When the whiskey ain’t working no more?
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| Life don’t feel like before
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| What ya gonna do?
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| What ya gonna do
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| When the ride ain’t climbing no more?
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| Nobody’s beatin' down your door
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| What ya gonna do?
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| What ya gonna do
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| When the whiskey ain’t working no more?
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| Life don’t feel like before
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| What ya gonna do? |