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Bourbon Borderline
I wake up in the morning full of dread
Trying to remember what I said
I say that I won't call you
And I mean it every time
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline
I wish that I could tell you why I call
Sometimes it's just hard for me, that's all
I know that it's over and it's just a waste of time
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline
Memories of you surround me and
I'm afraid the tears might drown me
I think I'm doing fine
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline
It's good that I just do this now and then
You know I'm really not a drinking man
(But) I can't bear to talk about us any other time
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline
Memories of you surround me and
I'm afraid the tears might drown me
I think I'm doing fine
Until I cross that Bourbon borderline