[Musikstil Amy Winehouse]
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[Verse 1]
Woke up with your ghost in my bed,
Same old song playin’ in my head.
Lipstick stains on my cigarette,
Guess my heart ain’t healed just yet.
I swore I’d quit this hurt last night,
But your name still burns in every light.
So I pour my peace and sip it slow,
Tryna drown what I can’t let go.
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[Chorus]
Whiskey for breakfast, tears for lunch,
I’m still addicted to your touch.
Every bottle knows your name,
Every morning feels the same.
Whiskey for breakfast, love’s a crime,
But it kills me soft, every time.
I toast to pain, I toast to sin,
And I drink to forget what could’ve been.
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[Verse 2]
The neighbors say I’ve lost my spark,
But I’m just dancin’ with the dark.
High heels on the kitchen floor,
Laughin’ like I want some more.
The truth tastes bitter, smooth, and deep,
You’re the ghost that never sleeps.
I’m not fine, but I’m divine,
With a glass that tells me lies tonight.
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[Chorus]
Whiskey for breakfast, tears for lunch,
I’m still addicted to your touch.
Every bottle knows your name,
Every morning feels the same.
Whiskey for breakfast, love’s a crime,
But it kills me soft, every time.
I toast to pain, I toast to sin,
And I drink to forget what could’ve been.
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[Bridge – mit jazzigem Saxophon-Break]
Don’t send me flowers, don’t call my phone,
I’ve made peace with being alone.
If heartbreak’s art, then I’m the muse,
My soul’s the canvas whiskey used.
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[Final Chorus – leicht gebrochen, warm und echt]
Whiskey for breakfast, tears for lunch,
Still addicted to your touch.
Every bottle knows your name,
But I love the burn, I love the flame.
Whiskey for breakfast, love’s a crime,
But it kills me soft, every time.
So here’s to the fools who love too much —
And drink to forget that kind of touch.
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