Old #7

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Drink away my problems
I'm drowning in this bourbon
Never though that I'd
Become this type of person

Suppressing all my feelings
With a bottle of whiskey
It numbs all my pain
I succumb to it too quickly

That old #7
Became the top of my choices
I used all it's power
To quiet all of the voices

Life's got me cornered
With the wall against my back
I'll face all of my issues
With this bottle of Jack

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