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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wears a smile, A weapon, Sharp and cold, Strings me along, A story left untold. Every word's a dance, My heart’s out of tune, When she laughs at me Under the moon. I give her my all, She plays away time, I’m a puppet on strings, I know I’m losing my mind. I drive through the night Pain in my soul, Finding solace in whiskey and gin To drown out her toll. She makes me pay. Come the morning light It’s hard to conceal, When I wake up in a field Don Williams on the radio. I know my heart will never heal. Sweet lies Keep me chasing the sun, Each heartbreak I sip Feels like she’s won. Tonight I am in the bottle, I’ll forget who I am— Lost another dream Wrapped in her plan. Don Williams is playing My song once again, I'm drowning my sorrows In a bottle of English gin. I drive through the night Pain in my soul, Finding solace in gin and whiskey Drowning out the toll She takes on my soul. It’s hard to conceal, When I wake Listening to Don Williams. On my radio lost in a field. Stars fade away reality bites; Confusion and hurt linger deep into nights. She toys with my affection To her it’s just a game; But to this heart She laughs while it breaks While I call out her name. I drive through the night A damned pain in my soul, Finding solace in gin and whiskey To drown out her toll. Come morning light It’s hard to conceal, When I wake up in a field Don Williams on the radio. Every dawn finds me My dreams slip away; Searching for answers No one will ever say. A heart full of scars An old country feel— I wish Don Williams Would tell me what I should do and would reveal...
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