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Originally posted by dfantasy
I had the same feeling - white knuckles, and sweaty palms from holding on too tight. I was like wow! and then it segued into "we had a sh*t day" frivolity and I'm like 
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i'm glad i'm not the only one...
this good first verse:
White knuckles and sweaty palms from hanging on too tight
Clenched shut jaw, I've got another headache again tonight
Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and they burn from all the tears
I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you
Tie a knot in the rope, tryin' to hold, tryin' to hold,
But there's nothing to grasp so I let go
turns to this lesser second verse:
I won't miss all of the fighting that we always did,
Take it in, I mean what I say when I say there is nothing left
No more sick whiskey dick, no more battles for me
You'll be calling a trick, 'cause you'll no longer sleep
I'll dress nice, I'll look good, I'll go dancing alone
I will laugh, I'll get drunk, I'll take somebody home

o...kay...