I don’t know why I’m here again
These kinda places do me in
All the habits I thought I kicked
But there’s nothing like a Friday night
A little smoke gettin’ in my eyes
Neon blue and Marlboro Red
And I’m strong enough to give up
Until it hits my lips
There’s that flame again
That was always lit
Why we gotta miss
The things we quit?
Well, I gave up drinkin’ yesterday
At six o’clock, again at eight
And two or three more times before dawn
As far as that wagon goes
Someone needs to pave the road
It’s hard as hell to stay on
I’m strong enough to give it up
Until it hits my lips
And there’s that flame again
That was always lit
Why we gotta miss
The things we quit?
Nothing like a little lonesome
To get your jones up
For a little strong somethin’
To get you through the night
Thought our on again was off again
‘Til the second she came walkin’ in
Oughta have a warnin’ label on that dress
With her eyes kryptonite green
No matter what she’s askin’ me
The answer is always yes
I’m strong enough to give it up
Until it hits my lips
There’s that flame again
That was always lit
Why we gotta miss
The things we quit?
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