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A Message to my Whiskey Bottle
by Sam Moore
Good evening old friend it is me again
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I have come, and she has gone away forever
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I come to you on this average night to wash down my sorrows with your sweet blood
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that fills me up with glee and warmth, taking my troubles away
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to haunt me another day, but not tonight.
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Tonight, I put all my trust in you that you will keep me sane.
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A cheer to us, as they start to fall, the liquid that tempts me to keep drinking
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Down, down, down they go. Each one easier to put down than the last
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You have done your job tonight, thank you
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Old friend, I’ll be back soon, I promise.
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