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wrestling whiskey


Dog day mornings and kitten prowling nights
Trying to slap your memeory, clean out of sight

I wrestled with wiskey, and the whiskey won
I even thought about, eating the worm

I thought the liquid would 'doush' out the flame
that burned inside me that screams out your name

I thought that the fires, flame would extinguish
so I drank till I couldn't, even speak english

but alchol on a fire will make it rise
even the sorrow that burns deep down inside

whishey and misery dont really mix
I guess your memory will always be fixed!

I wrestled the bottle for the last drop
I was at the bottom you were at the top

Swimming in sorrow and drunken tears
Thinking of the woman I loved for years

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