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[Verse 1]
I know I'll spend tomorrow on the bathroom floor
When they start handing 'round those shots of Fireball
I know that I'll be hurting, won't draw the curtain, one thing's for certain
I'll probably say that I ain't drinking anymore
Tonight I'm gonna make it all worthwhile
And if I'm going down, I'm going down in style
I'm gonna turn the music on, dance up a storm, before long
You're gonna see this little lady getting wild

[Chorus]
Yeah, it tastes like cinnamon on my lips
And in this moment it don't hurt a bit
Yeah, it tastes like Friday night
Taxi rides and blurry lights
Like waking up with makeup on
It tastes like a hangover

[Verse 2]
I'll drag my sorry self from the tiles to the couch
Turn on the TV with the volume set way down
Thеn grab my phone, and text a friend, find out what thе hell I did
And why I feel the way I feel right now

[Chorus]
Maybe 'cause it tastes like cinnamon on my lips
And in this moment it don't hurt a bit
Yeah, it tastes like Friday night
Taxi rides and blurry lights
Like waking up and it's still on
It tastes like a hangover

[Bridge]
And over
Seems like I never learn
Over and over
I give in to the whiskey burn
Over and over
It keeps me coming back
Right now all I know is that

[Chorus]
It kind of tastes like cinnamon on my lips
And in this moment, no I can't feel a thing
Yeah, it tastes like a Friday night
Taxi rides and blurry lights
Like something I know too well
Like stories you'd never tell
It tastes like a hangover
A hangover

[Outro]
I know I'll spend tomorrow on the bathroom floor
'Cause they keep pouring shots of Fireball

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