| Oh Jim Beam, makes you mean
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| A couple shots and you’ll be ready for a fight
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| When I look into, those bourbon eyes
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| I see a man that I don’t recognize
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| I wish you would, be a little bit stronger
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| And I wish I could, turn that whiskey into water
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| It’s the same day, different bottle
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| Every night I pray you’ll pour it down the drain
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| Yeah I know, the truth is hard to swallow
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| But you can’t keep going on and on and on this way
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| Same day, different bottle
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| I’ve watched you try to drown the past
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| But those demons just keep draggin' you back
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| In my heart there’s still no doubt
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| Someday you’ll hit your knees, you’ll finally bottom out
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| I want so bad, to help you stop the bleeding
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| But you get so mad when I ask you what you’re needing
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| And it’s the same day, different bottle
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| Every night I pray you’ll pour it down the drain
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| Yeah I know, the truth is hard to swallow
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| But you can’t keep going on and on and on this way
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| Same day, different bottle, oh
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| Yeah
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| Same day, different bottle
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| It’s just a temporary numbing of the pain
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| Yeah, I know, the truth is hard to swallow
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| But you can’t keep going on and on and on this way
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| We can’t keep hurting on and on and on this way
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| Same day, different bottle
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh |