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- Whiskey's Dead You're Next Lyrics / with translationshave you told her son about the alcohol and medicine or
the wasted days while friendships frayed where you could
barley carry your weight flip the lights down or pretend
you're not alone and spill the secrets you bought and
sold for rock and roll dreams have you told her son how
you up and leave all your loved ones how all the lies
slip past your tongue you choke them down like smoke in
your lungs
the wasted days while friendships frayed where you could
barley carry your weight flip the lights down or pretend
you're not alone and spill the secrets you bought and
you up and leave all your loved ones how all the lies
slip past your tongue you choke them down like smoke in
your lungs
Facts about Whiskey's Dead You're Next
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Whiskey's Dead You're Next is written by Anthony Peck, Matt Webb, Shannon Burns, Dustin Addis.
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It is first released on May 17, 2005 as part of Forecast's album "Late Night Conversations" which includes 10 tracks in total. This song is the 4th track on this album.
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Whiskey's Dead You're Next falls under the genre Alternative.
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Whiskey's Dead You're Next song length is 3 minutes and 50 seconds.
Who wrote Whiskey's Dead You're Next lyrics?
Whiskey's Dead You're Next is written by Anthony Peck, Matt Webb, Shannon Burns, Dustin Addis.
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When was Whiskey's Dead You're Next released?
It is first released on May 17, 2005 as part of Forecast's album "Late Night Conversations" which includes 10 tracks in total. This song is the 4th track on this album.
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Which genre is Whiskey's Dead You're Next?
Whiskey's Dead You're Next falls under the genre Alternative.
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How long is the song Whiskey's Dead You're Next?
Whiskey's Dead You're Next song length is 3 minutes and 50 seconds.
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these lyrics are submitted by kaanSongwriter(s): Anthony Peck, Matt Webb, Shannon Burns, Dustin Addis
Record Label(s): 2005 VICTORY RECORDS
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