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Miss_DJ (May 19, 2006)
Drinkin' again.Thinking of when you loved me. Having a few. Wishing that you were here. Making the rounds. Buying a round for strangers. Just being a fool, 'cause I keep hoping, hoping you'll appear. Sure I can borrow a smoke. and maybe tell some joker a joke, but who is gonna laugh, who is gonna laugh oh, at my broken heart? And I'm drinking again. Thinking of when you loved me. And I'm tryin' to get home with nothing, nothing but a memory. Yes, I'm dying to get home, dying to get home. And I got nothin' but a bottle of beer, and just my memory. Jess Roden
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But I guess you finally learned
That promises get broken
And bridges do get burned
You've been siftin' through the ashes
Just tryin' to find a flame
Holdin' on to nothin'
You're a victim of the game
You were standin' way too close
To see it all fall apart
And there were things you couldn't hear
'Cause you were listenin' with your heart
But you can't say I didn't warn you
Now there's no one else to blame
There's no one quite as blind
As a victim of the game
And it don't matter who you are
It treats everyone the same
All you need's a heart
To be a victim of the game
Oh you know when I look into your eyes
I can really feel the pain
Starin' in the mirror
At a victim of the game
Garth Brooks
Beautiful "nocturnal lover" feeling about this ... It appealed to me immediately.