| That isolating fan is moving left to right
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| Like it’s mocking me for coming here again last night
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| I slide from under your arm, you’re still out stone cold
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| As I fumble through the twisted sheets looking for my clothes
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| I step over that spot on your hardwood floor
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| The one that always squeaks when I’m sneaking out your door
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| Some use water, others use beer
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| Some don’t need anything but I end up here
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| Searching for comfort for this burnout can’t soothe
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| Chasing my whiskey with you
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| I call up my sister and tell her, don’t say a word
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| You know where I am, I’ll wait here by the curb
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| Just like an addiction, well, I tried to give you up
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| But I know all bets are off when I’ve had too much
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| With an empty shot glass on a Budweiser coaster
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| Staring at my cell phone as closing time gets closer
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| Some use water, others use beer
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| Some don’t need anything but I end up here
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| Searching for comfort for this burnout I can’t soothe
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| Chasing my whiskey with you
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| Every time is the last time
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| Til the next time rolls around
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| I’ll trade lonely for a regret
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| It’s easier to drown
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| Some use water, others use beer
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| Some don’t need anything but I end up here
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| Searching for comfort for this burnout I can’t soothe
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| Chasing my whiskey with you
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| Chasing my whiskey with you |