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Take a sip, let the whiskey down your throat
One more shot
I hope you do not choke
And I just watch, as the years go by
Playing in the rain
Or watching from the porch outside
When I was young, I had enough for sure
Fell in love and no place to go
Remember all the stories that we told,
Oh, the roses and thornes that you hold
I remember, I was only 17
You took me over and showed me things I'd never seen
And I remember I was only 17,
You took me over, and showed me things I'd never seen
Woahhhhhh, Woahhhhhh, Whoahhhhhh, Whoahhhhhh
And now we lay your pretty head to rest
Bear it all and hope for the best
Remember all the stories that we told
Oh the roses and thornes that you hold.

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