An empty glass That last cigarette It's closing time And I'm drunk again But somehow I'll make it home And cry myself to sleep That's how my day ends
These premonitions Shine like stars that Fall to earth too fast I see the empty glass Where do we belong? Tell me Major Tom Because nothing is making
I lost my wedding ring down the kitchen sink Now it's glimmering somewhere far away And I'm sitting here with an empty glass Waiting for the day to swallow
full cup, I have a chance At the boy, I was depantsed Dry heaves on the stair Empty, empty Empty glasses, empty glasses Dry heaves on the stairs, empty Empty glasses
're happy I hope you're happy with your glass half empty Even though you got your share I hope you're happy I hope you're happy with your glass half empty
one year old Sitting by the backyard fence And the world had turned so cold Drink yer glasses empty now Was all that they were told Drink yer glasses empty
the same gun Killing each other by driving a wedge My life's a mess I wait for you to pass I stand here at the bar, I hold an empty glass Don't worry
murders and motives for me, your alibis and witness won't mean a thing. Try something different today, kill yourself then tell me my love is fake. They
the same gun Killing each other by driving a wedge My life's a mess I wait for you to pass I stand here at the bar I hold an empty glass Why was I born
An Empty Glass and last cigarette to closing time and I'm drunk again but somehow I make it home cry myself to sleep that's the way the day end, every
me and I can't move on The words I never said were wrong I never needed to feel connected and now I'm only loved by Empty glasses, it's gone on too long
're happy, I hope you're happy with your glass half empty Even though you got your share I hope you're happy, I hope you're happy with your glass half empty
on the end I can't move on The words I never said were wrong I never needed to feel connected And now I'm only loved by empty glasses Its gone on too
I'm here and i see you crying While you throw away your life Into an already empty glass You shout at me i'm a false 'cause You're afraid of my accusations
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the same gun Killing each other by driving a wedge My life's a mess I wait for you to pass I stand here at the bar, I hold an empty glass Why was I
Übersetzung: George Strait. Glas ist leer.
