Well if you live in dusty twilight baby, that's OK
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'Cause there are women at the bar to greet you everyday
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And you can take them back to lie with you and visit Jamie's room
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But they can never take the pain away
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Or brighten all the gloom
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And if your hands are cleansed with sorrow
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May it help you ease your pain
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Though the windows have a view of city rain, city rain
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And if you walk in constant sorrow
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And you cry for me
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May it hit the painful memories
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Maybe then you'll see
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That if you drown yourself in liquor
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Because it keeps you company
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Then just remember who you're losing
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And be proud to set me free
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Because it don't talk back or disagree
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It just makes you see so hazily
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But in the morning light your life is scattered with the wind
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Scattered with the wind
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Well they tell you on the telephone to let him go
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I said they tell you he's a sinking ship
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And he's trying to pull you down
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Don't you know
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That every time you call me up and say you want me back
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You know you break my heart
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You said you want me to come back home and try again
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You want me to make a brand new start
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But if wisdom says to let him go
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Then it's hell, because you just don't know
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Until you've tried to love a man who's loving whiskey, loving whiskey
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My baby left me for the bottle
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And the lure of the nightlife
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Good times and crazy women
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And another glass of Tanqueray
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But if wisdom says to let him go
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Then it's hell, because you just don't know
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Until you've tried to love a man who's loving whiskey, loving whiskey
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Lovin' Whiskey
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Anouk |