Always seem to
Find them
Honky tonk
Blues
     
Keep passing
Through these
Swinging
Doors
     
Trying to
Drink my
Time
Away
     
Bury the
Dead
All over each
Night
     
Always
Another
Wake to
Attend
     
But it
Always
Turns out to be my
Own
     
If I keep
This up
Much
Longer
     
It is going to
Be the
Real thing
Soon
     
End
To
This
Misery
     
End
To
My
Tears
     
No
More
Demons to
Face
     
No
More
Pain to
Endure
     
Drink another
Round
Dig the hole
Deeper

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