There's an empty bottle of wine sitting by the bed
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Images of you and him in my head
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I threw the bottle across the room
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Broke your picture on the wall
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Trying to convince myself I ain't missin you at all
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The things that you think will keep you sane
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Are the things that'll surely tear you down
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An empty shot glass, a pocket full of pills
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Until the love of a strange girl just don't seem real
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an' When the man in the mirror becomes a blur
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All you're left with are hangovers and memories of her
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You got holes in your story
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That your smile can't erase
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And I can tell that you're lying
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By that love upon your face
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And myself be easy, and my pride is one to cause
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And you'll wake up alone tomorrow
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know your heart's the one that lost
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The things that you'll think will keep you sane
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Are the things that'll surely tear you down
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An empty shot glass, a pocket full of pills
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Until the love of a strange girl just don't seem real
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When the man in the mirror becomes a blur
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All you're left with are hangovers and memories of her
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Now all I'm left with are hangovers and memories of her
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Hangovers And Memories
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Casey Donahew Band |