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Too many songs not about drinking
Too many songs, stories unlived
I get along with my imperfection
I got a song, just for the kids

Holding it in, don’t let them find out
You want to keep all your life separate
I don’t plan on having the stakes babe
You be the judge if I seem pathetic

Here I am cold as a beer again
When I wake up weeping till I wait
Here I am warming up in time
In the hands of a god without a name

I drink heavy if you measure in blood
Can’t say “no” to a friend with the smirk
My ego’s dissocial, now let me shut up
My mind loves to watch her heart on work

Here I am cold as a beer again
Better struck weeping till I wait
Here I am warming up in time
In the hands of a god without a name

Let my soul grow strong enough to be written in my eye
Let them drown in the waves of the salty tears I cry

If whiskey don’t drown me and I make it to the surface
When I come up I hope the smoke ain’t too thick
I’ll turn around and swim back to the bottom
I don’t want to waste my whiff

Here I am cold as a beer again
Better struck weeping till I wait
Here I am warming up in time
In the hands of a god without a name

Let my soul grow strong enough to be written in my eye
Let them drown in the waves of the salty tears I cry

Too many songs not about drinking
Too many songs, stories unlived
I get along with my imperfection
I got a song, just for the kids

Let my soul grow strong enough to be written in my eye
Let them drown in the waves of the salty tears I cry

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