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All about not being willing to give up our addictions, even when faced with loss.
There won't be troubles the day that I'm gone
You'll watch me pack my bags
How did it all go so wrong
I'm gonna head out on that lonely road
And leave it all behind
No more heartache with my bottle in my hand
I'm gonna drown my sorrows
Forget about the life I had
Got my suitcase and my whiskey bottle
Gonna hang my head and go
After all I've put you through
If I had the chance, the same things I'd do
I can't help myself, there's no relief
Strange the sacrifices I'd make for just one more drink.
There won't be crying when you see I've gone
You'll hold back your tears
And once again you're gonna be strong
I guess I've made my sad choice
I choose the bottle over you.