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Sour Whiskey |
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Hand me down another whiskey sour
I'm a willing victim to it's spell
And I just can't rebel
I'm far too thirsty and too tired
Hold me like you'd hold a broken soldier
Who's forgotten the meaning of war
Please don't' close that door
I'm about as pure as a children's choir
Chorus:
Sunshine
Can you spread your warmth over me
Chase the clouds from the sky casually
Make me feel like a child
Once again
Sunshine
How does it feel lost in the sky
Is it dizzy looking down from that high
Well you know
You've always got a friend
One more drink and this day'll be over
I can already feel the cold
My jacket I sold
For fifteen dollars worth of booze
One more drink and I'll be off on some
Rainbow
Looking down at this world below
I'm so high that I'm low
But this is the only life I'd choose
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