Gin Sling

(início)

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Closer to death
          Bm
Been many miles since we last met
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Still, it seems like I stood still as time passed by
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That year my pride did sting
                   Bm
'Cause for a young man, it's a terrible thing
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To realise for the first time that his mother was right
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Oh this old gin sling will keep me satisfied
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Ah yeah, the cold air won't blow and I can close my eyes
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Ah she came to me
                  Bm
Her eyes full of sorrow and empty of sleep
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And asked how it seemed I'd been doing alright (and I laughed)
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It was a trick that she taught me
                  Bm
I drink so that I sleep without having dreams
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And when I wake up in the morning, oh it is all I can do to survive
   Bm            F#m           D     A
Oh this old gin sling keeps me satisfied
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Though it hurts me more than I know and takes away my mind
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Oh but the closer I get to home, fills me with dread just to know
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I'll be alone with a bottle on the shelf
All right...
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                       But I put it down,   just as soon as I realised
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Oh that the hard times, they don't get better
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When life goes in the shadows of memories
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The dark times make it hard to remember
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All the reasons the good times ended
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We remain where others cannot dwell
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It's not our place to fall where they fell
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Do you really think that makes anyone happy but yourself?
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Oh this old gin sling left me high and dry
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So I put it back on the shelf for a little while
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Ah but I still pull it down every now and again
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Not to toast what's gone before, but to all that remains, yeah
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Oh always lost in memory, never to forget
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Laying low with those ghosts is my only regret