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This is the bar I come to when I drink |
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This is my glass, covered with fingerprints |
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Now I don't get rowdy, go causing street fights |
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But I've been know to sing showtunes under the streetlights |
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When I drink, it's about you I think |
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You, like the moon, could drive a woman mad |
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You drove me to this place, now they're calling me a cab |
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Because all the pretty faces are starting to blur |
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I must look like the happiest girl in the world |
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When I drink, it's about you I think |
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Every barroom love ends like it begins |
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Over drinks, one or two, too many rounds |
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Not much at all, a few inches of liquid |
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That's all it takes for a person to drown |
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Sometime last week, sobriety on loan |
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I vowed I wouldn't write you, and I swore I'd never phone |
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But now I'd like to call you and check you're all right |
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But I don't know where you are spending your nights |
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When I drink, it's about you I think |
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When I drink, it's about you I think |
