Carrying your ashes from bar to bar
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I'm in a mess & you're in a Mason jar
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With you under my arm like a football
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I'm not ready to let go & that is all
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you were never big on conversation and that hasn't changed since your cremation
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And I feel most times like you do
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You know I feel most times like you do
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I wish that I was hardnosed
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Fight a forest fire with a garden hose
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And be brave enough right now to start on something new
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You were right there in the urn light as a feather
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If my hands weren't shaky I'd glue you back together
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This watering hole was our favourite stop
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So I'll take off the lid and pour a drink down the top, for you
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And I'll pull down on that magic lever
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That makes it stay the past forever
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And I feel most times like you do
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You know I feel most times like you do
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Someone's stabbed my voodoo doll
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Now it hurts each time that nature calls
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And you're lucky that nature's finished calling out to you
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You were down to your very last little belt loop
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But you were tougher than a pitbull in the paratroops
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And if you're afraid of getting hurt you suffer more ills
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Like the hypochondriac who dies choking on his pills
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So I should swallow really hard & deal with this pain
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Cause I'm as wasted as a neatfreak in a hurricane
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And I feel most times like you do
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You know I feel most times like you do
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I thought I was the one that died
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And this was heaven's weird amusement ride
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But you pinched me in the dream & I saw it wasn't true
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So I'm dumping your ashes on the floor
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And we'll laugh as people slip on you while coming in this door
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And I'll drink on what you said to stop my feet draggin'
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"No one dog's bark should ever stop the wagon
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The Last Drink
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| The Odds |
