Sometimes I make choices
Sometimes they make me
Lonesome distance between here
And where you think I should be
Someday we may look back and laugh
At all that could have been
But tonight the bottle wins again
Broken hearts and broken dreams
Turns out they weight the same
Passed down through generations
Like the family name
There's a gilded coat of arms
For those who heal from within
But tonight the bottle wins again
So meet me in an hour
We'll have just one or two
You pretend to listen
I'll act like I hear you
I know you'll always be there
Ain't that a true friend
Tonight the bottle wins again
Ben Harper
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