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Found my way again to the bottom of the bottle
An old tired face is waiting there for me
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul
Best keep them shut, my body's gone cold
While I wait to be released
Will there ever come a day
Will I be set free
They say regret is a hard pill to swallow
Even when it's shoved down your throat
No amount of whiskey can ever wash it down
There's no amount that will keep my mind sound
While I wait Long to be free
Time's consumed by bitter hate
There before the grace of God I go
To my resting place inside the Bottle
There before the grace of God I go
To my resting place inside the Bottle
All the while I'll wait
To be released
Will there ever come a day
Will I be set free
All the while I'll wait
The canvas is painted again
Whither, fade away
A pistol by my side
There before the grace of God I go
To my resting place inside the Bottle
There before the grace of God I go
To my resting place inside the Bottle
There before the grace of God I go
To my resting place
There before the grace of God I go
To my resting place
To my resting place
Inside the bottle
To my resting place
Inside the bottle
To my resting place
Inside the bottle
To my resting place