Odds - The Last Drink lyrics

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carrying your ashes from bar to bar
i am in a mess & you are in a mason jar
and you are under my arm like a football
i am not ready to let go & that´s all
you were never big on conversation
and that hasn´t changed since your cremation

and i feel most times like you do
you know i feel most times like you do

i wish that i was hard nosed
fight a forest fire with a garden hose
and be brave enough right now
to start on smth new

you were right there in the ern
light as a feather
if my hands weren´t shaking i would
glue you back together
this watering whole was our favourite stop
so i will take off the lid & pour a drink down the top
for you & i will pull down on that magic lever that
makes it stay the past forever

and i feel most times like you do
you know i feel most times like you do

someone stabbed my voodoo doll
now it hurts each time that nature calls
and you are lucky that natures finished calling out to you

you were down to your very last
little belt loop but you were
tougher than a pittbull in the paratroops
and if you are afraid of getting hurt
to suffer more ills
like the hypochondric that died choking on his pills
so i should swallow real hard & deal with this pain
cuz i am as wasted as a neat freak in a hurricane

and I feel most times like you do
you know i feel most times like you do

I thought i was the one that died
it just was heavens weird amusement ride
but you pinched me in my dream
and i saw it wasn´t true

so i am dumping your ashes on the floor
Im going to laugh as people slip on you
while coming in this door
and i will drink on what you said
to stop my feet dragging
no one dogs bark should ever stop the wagon

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