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I Didn’t Drink

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 21.06.2012

I never felt this kind of pain before
I never fought this kind of war before
I never set foot inside this bar before tonight

Bartender said, ?€?Hey, how you doin' man?
Are you payin' cash, do you wanna start a tab??€?
He laid down a napkin then he said, ?€?What'll you have tonight?
We're half price til nine.?€?

Should I order beer or wine or rum or whiskey
Vodka, tequila, yeah what's gonna get me
Peace of mind and a good night's sleep
Give me a double shot on the rocks
Of the strongest help me out you got
I really don't know, so pour me what you think
?€?Cause until tonight I didn't drink

She was my life, my love, my everything
She was my heart, my soul, my reason to breathe
Damn that cancer that came and took her away from me
Left me in misery

Should I order beer or wine or rum or whiskey
Vodka, tequila, yeah what's gonna get me
Peace of mind and a good night's sleep
Give me a double shot on the rocks
Of the strongest help me out you got
I really don't know, so pour me what you think
?€?Cause until tonight, yeah before tonight,
Until tonight I didn't drink


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