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He sits all alone in his easy chair
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Staring back on his lost yesterdays
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Long before he encountered the bottle
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And the demons that drove her away
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In his hand he is holding her photograph
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Her image all tear-stained and worn
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Tonight he's embracing reality
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And he curses the day he was born
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And the darkness still echoes her warning
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You can't have two loves in your life
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Now the things that will haunt him
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Until the day that he dies
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Is the smell of cheap whiskey
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And the sound of goodbye
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Since the hour that she left he's been sober
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And each breath that he draws makes him think
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About the light of his life gone forever
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When he traded her love for a drink
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And the darkness still echoes her warning
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You can't have two loves in your life
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Now the things that will haunt him
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Until the day that he dies
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Is the smell of cheap whiskey
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And the sound of goodbye
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The smell of cheap whiskey
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And the sound of goodbye
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Cheap Whiskey
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| Martina McBride |
