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Woah... woah...
I hate this bar, I hate this town
I always find you in this crowd
Whiskey double ginger back
Numb me up before I crack
The day's been just a losing fight
Drunken Hollywood tonight
You got me in the palm of your hands
Maybe I will lose who I am
Cos they're only hanging on by a string
You ain't ready to cut me free
Got me in the palm of your hands
Woah... woah...
Baby all your words they kill
And I've run out of all these pills
I'm getting thinner, getting tired
I'm giving in and you take a mile
And I can't keep going back and forth
Real love ain't no swinging door
You got me in the palm of your hands
Maybe I will lose who I am
Cos they're only hanging on by a string
You ain't ready to cut me free
Got me in the palm of your hands
Woah... woah...
Woah... woah...
You shot this plane it's going down
I hate this bar, I hate this town