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Today I tried to throw out
All the clothes you left behind
I swear that old box of ghosts
Was haunting me at night.
I stared down at the trash
At those pictures of me and you
I reached down and picked one out
Now there's nothing that I can do.
'cause it's too late to give it up once it's in my hand
And it's too hard to put it down when I can see your face again
Throw one up with another round, but nothing seems to change
Tip this bottle till I'm drowning, I can't drink you away.
At first I thought the whiskey
Was gonna keep you off my mind
But you show up more vividly
It happens every time.
Now this fifth of makers
Yeah it might as well be you
'cause now that I've had a taste
There's nothing I can do.
'cause it's too late to give it up once it's in my hand
And it's too hard to put it down when I can see your face again
Throw one up with another round, but nothing seems to change
Tip this bottle till I'm drowning, I can't drink you away.
It's so hard
It's so hard
Forgetting you.
It's too late to give it up once it's in my hand
And it's too hard to put it down when I can see your face again
Throw one up with another round, but nothing seems to change
Tip this bottle till I'm drowning, I can't drink you away
Tip this bottle till I'm drowning, I can't drink you away.
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