i've really known it all along
you'd needed more of someone
when you came knocking on my heart
asking, "is this thing on?"
bring me whiskey and a glass
and the bourbon in my flask
i've got some irish in a sack
scotch warmed in my grasp
it's hard when you ask
"why all i see is you back?"
all you see is words
all i see is words
baby you should be gone
out there loving someone
but really, move on
the fuck from my face
while i'm writing your song
i know my temper is haste
and i can speak out of place
the whiskey knows without you
the whiskey knows alone
all you see is words
all i see is words
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