Tonight I'll say the drunkard's prayer
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Down the hatch and drown myself to sleep
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I'll close my eyes and stumble round
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And fall down on my knees
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I'll raise the glass
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As it raises me
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I'll say a prayer
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A prayer for release
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Shame acts like a mirror
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And reflects all I see
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There's blood in this whiskey
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It works its charm on me
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I'll hold the glass
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As it holds me
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I'll say a prayer
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Prayer for release
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I catalog the nameless sins
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And ask for my forgiveness
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All I see is my mother's face
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And my father's blind contrition
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I'll lift the glass
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As it lifts me
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I'll say a prayer
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A prayer for release
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All I want is the devil's due
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Cast me out among my inventions
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I'll tell the tale that's been told
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And live with my suspicions
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I'll raise the glass
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As it raises me
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I'll say a prayer
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A prayer for release
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Drunkards Prayer
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| Willard Grant Conspiracy |
