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Curse of a Drunk - Takers
Nobody's talkin'
The air's filled with time
The jukebox is broken
Don't bother with your dime
The neon's fading
And the records they're all the same
And the bottles use to cut deep
But they've lost their edge
The sky's turning gray
Eyes are turning red
And my mind's setting
On the night I decided to stay
And it'd cold in this house
When the weather gets in
And my thoughts are like ice
When the whiskey's in my skin
And I lay in old dreams
And slowly I fade out
And the curse of a drunk
Is he'll go home alone
Meet me out back in 5
I'll meet you there we'll get stoned
We'll talk about where we're from
And how we would go back if our ships hadn't sunk
And I'm floating again to the door
I'm killing myself
Fighting this civil war
And I'm chained to the bar
That's chained to my seat
And I'd ask her to dance
If I could get to my feet
But my boots are to drunk
To try and put on a show
The world stop turning
I crawled into bed
I'm ashamed of myself
Pull the covers over my head
And my stomach's on fire
For fear of tomorrow
And it'd cold in this house
When the weather gets in
And my thoughts are like ice
When the whiskey's in my skin
And I lay in old dreams
And slowly I fade out
And the curse of a drunk
Is he'll go home alone
Meet me out back in 5
I'll meet you there he'll stone
And we'll talk about where we're from
And how we would go back if our ships hadn't sunk
And I'm floating again to the door
I'm killing myself
Fighting this civil war
