I'll sleep soundly
An empty bottle in my hand
The smell of whisky in the air
An empty up soul upon the floor
Yea I'll sleep soundly
No more thoughts of you
My mind a mess
A song I thought I knew
Oh I'll sleep soundly
I won't hear you say goodnight
Because I'll be sleeping soundly
I don't know the words anymore.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 1:36 AM UTC
I'll sleep soundly
An empty bottle in my hand
The smell of whisky in the air
An empty up soul upon the floor
Yea I'll sleep soundly
No more thoughts of you
My mind a mess
A song I thought I knew
Oh I'll sleep soundly
I won't hear you say goodnight
Because I'll be sleeping soundly
I don't know the words anymore.
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