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RARELY MAKES LAST CALL
This track is a raw, weary portrait of love tangled in addiction and denial. With biting repetition and vivid imagery, it captures the emotional toll of caring for someone who keeps slipping through the cracks — passed out on dance floors, drowning in long-neck bottles, and refusing to face the truth. The narrator’s frustration simmers beneath every line, tipping bartenders like sentinels and dragging her home again and again. It’s heartbreak in a honky-tonk, where last call rarely brings closure.
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