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Jun 2013
this is the emptiest bottle in the world.
she can't take me home,
when I want her to,
but I loved her like I've loved no other girl.

the whiskey goes down smooth when I'm alone
I'll drink away my shame,
then drink away my pride,
and this bottle will be here when I get home.

but it's the emptiest bottle in the world
what I wouldn't give,
for just another sip,
I'd love her like I've loved no other girl.

alone now once again... I could have guessed
waiting for someone,
just me and my old friend,
the bottle in my hand keeps weighing less.

I need a pair of arms to fall into
I haven't found her yet,
I don't know when I will,
so I'll drink until my dream girl will come true.

I'll take another drink to pass the time
I wish that I had someone,
who would take a drink with me,
The Bottom of this Bottle is on my Mind.

This is the Emptiest Bottle in the World
I know she can't take me home,
when I want her to,
But I loved her like I've loved no other girl.
K Daniel Little-Paw
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K Daniel Little-Paw
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