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Whiskey Love
Slow as the whiskey
burns in the back
of my throat,
it burns as bad
leaving you,
but I had too
I can’t
I just can’t believe
You,
You threw it all away,
Over nothing,
Driving down the highway,
Missing you,
Like crazy,
But you threw it all away,
Slow as the whiskey burns,
I hope he will be there for you,
Lets hope he looks
After your heart like me.
Because you ripped mine in pieces
Broken,
Shattered,
You have left me,
Alone.
I can’t believe you.
We had everything,
Almost had a place,
But you changed your mind,
And found a new one,
I should have known from
The beginning this was over,
Slow as the whiskey burns,
My heart is forever broken,
It is killing me not
Picking up that stupid phone,
Hoping you will call first,
But I damn well know you won’t.
What hurts the most,
Is I know your not sorry,
No chance for forgiveness,
Again your like whiskey,
You burn me just the way that
Whiskey does,
You make crazy just like whiskey does,
What kinda love did we have girl?
I guess you can call it,
Whiskey love.
All it did was burn.
burns in the back
of my throat,
it burns as bad
leaving you,
but I had too
I can’t
I just can’t believe
You,
You threw it all away,
Over nothing,
Driving down the highway,
Missing you,
Like crazy,
But you threw it all away,
Slow as the whiskey burns,
I hope he will be there for you,
Lets hope he looks
After your heart like me.
Because you ripped mine in pieces
Broken,
Shattered,
You have left me,
Alone.
I can’t believe you.
We had everything,
Almost had a place,
But you changed your mind,
And found a new one,
I should have known from
The beginning this was over,
Slow as the whiskey burns,
My heart is forever broken,
It is killing me not
Picking up that stupid phone,
Hoping you will call first,
But I damn well know you won’t.
What hurts the most,
Is I know your not sorry,
No chance for forgiveness,
Again your like whiskey,
You burn me just the way that
Whiskey does,
You make crazy just like whiskey does,
What kinda love did we have girl?
I guess you can call it,
Whiskey love.
All it did was burn.
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