Liquor
Think there's just enough liquor
To make all of my problems go away
If I keep getting sicker
And all of my organs decay
But I like the feeling
The clink of a glass
So, fill me another
'Cause I'm living fast
There's nowhere to see
That I haven't gone
There's nowhere to run
When you're on your own
To make all of my problems go away
If I keep getting sicker
And all of my organs decay
But I like the feeling
The clink of a glass
So, fill me another
'Cause I'm living fast
There's nowhere to see
That I haven't gone
There's nowhere to run
When you're on your own
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Writer(s): Gregory Falatek
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