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Oh lord, save me from myself

This bottle's looking mighty fine

And her smile and her cigarette

Make me wish i was young again

She's leaning in and i know

that I

can take her home

Somehow the thought of you makes me

stop myself

And lord, save me from myself

Till they want you to(?)

And lord, if these are your children

Why don't they look like you?

And i read somewhere

that what you've done in the least of east(?)

you have done to me

But i'd rather drown my soul

than feed it to the wolves i've seen

So i'll stare down the bottom of this glass

till i forget her

I'll stare down the bottom of this glass

till she's gone

Yeah, I'll stare down the bottom of this glass

till i forget her

Yeah, I'll stare down the bottom of this glass

till she's gone

Till she's gone

Till the well runs dry

till the well runs dry

till the well runs dry

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