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| Eighty-Six Fill the flask with Jack Black Eighty-six proof those memories Kill this pain, while our loves fiction and fact remain Relief still� will only be temporary Twenty seven years ago tomorrow God brought you into this world Twenty seven years later He�s transplanted you into my heart with sorrow Infected my every thought with reflection�of us Strong sour-mash taste better Than Smith and Wesson�s cold blue steel Dreams abound my restless nights Of you, they often will I won�t call, I never will For pride is stronger than the Jack, you see No, I�ll stay and reminisce in the darkness Fool the mind into thinking, through drinking That you, may still �love me So, please pass me the bottle Throw in just a dash of seven For there�s the devil to pay And music to play While I�untangle my heart, from your heaven Copyright � -2001 Dennis Hicks All Rights Reserved by Author |
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