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Sour Amber

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Whiskey when I'm thirsty, whiskey when I'm dry
Whiskey in the morning, whiskey till I cry
Me and this old whiskey, in the same place by and by
This whiskey cannot hurt me, this whiskey makes me die

Paddle this old river, the banks go sliding by
Polish this old trigger, wipe carbon from your eye
Put down that amber liquor, it's eating your insides
Go and find that river, it is deep and it is wide
 

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Alaia vibes

Fri 13th May 2022 01:37

Thanks man, I appreciate it!

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John Coopey

Wed 4th May 2022 09:49

Excellent stuff, Patrick. I love the way it leaves me wondering at the end.

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