| Too many songs, none about drinking
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| Too many songs of stories un-lived
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| I get along with my imperfections
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| I got a song just for the kids
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| Holding it in, don’t let them find out
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| You want to keep all your life separate
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| I don’t plan on having a stage name
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| You be the judge if I seem pathetic
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| Here I am, cold as a beer can
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| That I struggle with until I wake
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| Here I am warming up in time
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| In the hands of a God without a name
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| I drink heavy if you measure in blood
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| Can’t say no with a friend with a smirk
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| My ego’s too sore so don’t let me shut up
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| My mind loves to watch my heart overwork
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| Here I am, cold as a beer can
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| That I struggle with until I wake
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| Here I am warming up in time
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| In the hands of a God without a name
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| Let my soul grow strong enough to be written in my eyes
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| Let them drown in the waves of the salty tears I cried
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| If whiskey don’t drown me and I make it to the surface
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| And when I come up and if the smoke ain’t too thick
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| I’ll turn around and swim back to the bottom
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| I don’t want to waste my wit
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| Here I am, cold as a beer can
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| That I struggle with until I wake
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| Here I am warming up in time
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| In the hands of a God without a name
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| Let my soul grow strong enough to be written in my eyes
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| Let them drown in the waves of the salty tears I cried
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| Too many songs, none about drinking
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| Too many songs of stories un-lived
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| I get along with my imperfections
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| I got a song just for the kids
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| Let my soul grow strong enough to be written in my eyes
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| Let them drown in the waves of the salty tears I cried |