Her hands are burned from the torch that she carries
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Her closets are full of old dreams she can't wear
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I sit beside her but it's you on her mind it's a party you're giving but I buy the wine
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She'll dance with me but it's you that she's holding
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And she does her best to hide it from me
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But I've always known she can leave me behind
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She brings the mem'ries and buy the wine
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I buy the wine that makes her unwind and makes her forget about you
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Then in the darkness with our bodies entwined
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She cries out a name but Lord it's not mine
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I buy the wine...
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I Buy The Wine
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| Lefty Frizzel |
