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i’m so tired, i’m so weary
worn out and faking this smile and prayer
the lonesome night is ever near me
head to forsaken and meet me there

take a sip of irish whiskey
bubble the bottle of dark smooth beer
my mind’s on fire, my hands are busy
writing to draw your memory near

when i’m awake, i’m in groggy headsp-ce
when i’m in bed, the sleep won’t come
when i’m outside, the sun won’t embrace
but in your arms, i don’t feel so numb

take a sip of irish whiskey
bubble the bottle of dark smooth beer
my mind’s on fire, my hands are busy
writing to draw your memory near

my face won’t lie, subtle expressions
these red eyes will tell the truth
at the end of this empty session
i’ll drive alone thinking of you
fly away, these haunting questions
leave me fulfilled and sanded smooth

take a sip of irish whiskey
bubble the bottle of dark smooth beer
my mind’s on fire, my hands are busy
writing to draw your memory near

her brown eyes, my mind was taken
danced for a while and it took its toll
laughing sighs, subtly amazing
saw her smile and it saved my soul

i don’t need more irish whiskey
throw the bottle of this dark smooth beer
my mind’s on fire, my hands are busy
writing to draw your memory near
writing to draw your memory near
writing to draw your memory near

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