A tocar na minha Jukebox:

 Bitter sweet thing, could this be a dream 

 Or just the same nightmare that keeps me awake 

 Feel it in my brain, toss out of pain

 Pour a little up now, for the love that we made 

 I feel it in the morning, you're still here in the morning 

 I see you, but you gonna telephone the doctor, I'm not okay 

 The bottom of the bottle, to fill this empty heart up 

 A thousand proof don't change the truth 

 I tried it, but I can't 

 [Chorus] 

 I can't drink you away 

 I've tried Jack, I've tried gin ,

 I've tried all of them in 

 I can't drink you away 

 All these rocks, I can't swim out of this skin, oh baby them say 

 Now tell me, baby, don't they make a medicine for heart break 

 Ooh, no, tell me baby, oh yeah 

 Now don't they make a medicine for heart break 

 Got a pounding on my brain, so I drowned it away 

 When the sun comes up tomorrow 

 You can find me doing the same 

 'Cause I just can't forget 

 The way we turned out this bed 

 And now the only thing that sleeps here is a ghost of you instead 

 I feel it in the morning, you're still here in the morning 

 I see you, but you gonna telephone the doctor, I'm not okay 

 The bottom of the bottle, to fill this empty heart up 

 A thousand proof don't change the truth 

 I tried it, but I can't 

 [Chorus]