| Baby, put down the drink
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| And baby, put down the bottle
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| You’re startin' to sink
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| And when you’re down on your knees, it’s so hard to swallow
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| Your heart is beatin' like a loaded gun
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| What’s done is done and you’re spinnin' in circles
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| Where’s the girl that I used to know?
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| Why did you let her go? |
| You know I loved her so
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| It’s never any more than one for me
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| But always two or three for you
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| Baby, put down the drink
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| Baby, put down the bottle
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| You’re startin' to sink
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| And when you’re down on your knees, it’s so hard to swallow
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| I don’t want to see it go this way
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| Feelin' like tomorrow is just a yesterday
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| I hate the way it is and to tell you the truth
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| It’s killin' me and it’s killin' you
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| I can’t stand all the ups and downs
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| The back and forths and the 'round and 'rounds
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| The in and outs of the slammin' doors
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| It’s tearin' me apart, I can’t take no more
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| It’s never any more than one for me
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| But always two or three for you
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| Baby, put down the drink
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| Baby, put down the bottle
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| You’re startin' to sink
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| And when you’re down on your knees, yeah, it’s so hard to swallow
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| I want us back like we were before
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| Not like the broken glass lyin' on the floor
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| Baby, put down the drink
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| (Put down the drink)
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| Baby, put down the bottle
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| (Put down the bottle)
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| It feels like it’s all slippin' away
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| I wish I had you like it has you
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| It feels like it’s all slippin' away
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| I wish I had you
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| Baby, put down the drink
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| Baby, put down the bottle
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| You’re startin' to sink
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| And you get high when you’re down, but I’m watchin' you fall
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| So baby, put down the drink
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| Baby, put down the bottle
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| You’re startin' to sink
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| And when you’re down on your knees, yeah, it’s so hard to swallow
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| I want us back like we were before
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| Not like the broken glass lyin' on the floor
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| Baby, put down the drink
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| Put down the bottle
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| (When you’re down on your knees, it’s so hard to swallow)
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| Put down the drink
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| Put down the bottle
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| Your heart is beatin' like a loaded gun
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| What’s done is done
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| And you’re spinning in circles |