Whiskey dreams of lovely women
I sit with them alone
I think of my lost memories
That my heart cannot condone
The pain my mind
They starve my soul
I still drink them away
For reasons I hold my own
Yet I can't blame them
For stealing my sleep
But they form my regret
Which splits from its seems
But I might be sinking down
Into the devils fabled home
Well I know he'd pour a drink
And I could hold my own
I'll have whiskey dreams of lovely women
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