Once there was a time 
before I heard it's call
that only once or twice a year
would I drink alcohol
but when my wife left in '97
I couldn't even stand to think
so I looked for my own heaven
and really started to drink
the holidays were hard that year
spent my time wishing she was here
drinking liquor 'cause I don't like beer
drinking til nothing in the world is clear
but the price I pay is too dear
for a day's reprieve from pain and fear
I've awakened and I can see
so please won't you help remind me
that drink in my hand better be
a big old glass of iced tea.


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