have you told her son about the alcohol and medicine
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or the wasted days while friendships frayed
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where you could barley carry your weight
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flip the lights down or pretend you're not alone
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and spill the secrets
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you bought and sold for rock and roll dreams
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have you told her son how you up and leave all your loved ones
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how all the lies slip past your tongue
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you choke them down like smoke in your lungs
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Whiskey’s Dead, You’re Next
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| The Forecast |
