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44 lines
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You're going to find him, and make him pay.
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Stumble out to the bar.
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"Take one more look at her,
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And it will be the end of your days.
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You low-life bookie, you don't scare me.
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I ain't settling no debt,
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I ain't saving no face.
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One more drink then I'm gone
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And then I'll drag you out of this place."
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Put it down for the courage,
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Your fists clench with the blood rush.
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White knuckles when the hit lands,
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Cold concrete and blurred vision.
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Stumble home from the bar.
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Stuttered steps home to your front door.
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On the tip of your tongue, your remorse.
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Shamed by the loss and defeat.
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Shamed by your let down to her.
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The same walk as that first night.
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Now alone you know that this ain't right.
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Better days and the promise you made,
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Ain't no man supposed to walk out that way.
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Her ring lies in the thick red,
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Your tears swell, and the room spins.
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"Dear God, what have I done?"
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You left her, and he took her, he laid with her.
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You bastard's son.
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With the blackout
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And the bloodstains,
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Your teeth clench,
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Then the pain comes.
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____________________
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Name White Knuckles
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Artist Defeater
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Album Empty Days & Sleepless Nights
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