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She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle 
And shuffles about in her candle lit hovel, 
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens 
She smells like the cat and the neighbours she sickens, 
The black and white t.v. has long seen a picture 
The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture, 
The postman delivers the final reminders 
She sells off her silver and poodles in China. 

Drinks to remember, I me and myself 
And winds up the clock 
And knocks dust from the shelf 
Home is a love that I miss very much 
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love. 

During the war time an American pilot 
Made every air raid a time of excitement, 
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan 
She learnt from a distance how love was a lesson, 
He became drinker and she became mother 
She knew that one day she'd be one or the other, 
He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy 
Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty. 

Drinks to remember, I me and myself 
And winds up the clock 
And knocks dust from the shelf 
Home is a love that I miss very much 
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love. 

He like a cowboy died drunk in his slumber 
Out on the porch in the middle of summer, 
She crossed the ocean back home to her family 
But they had retired to roads that were sandy, 
She moved home alone without friends or relations 
Lived in a world full of age reservation, 
On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sod all 
The friends who had left her to drink from the bottle .

Drinks to remember, I me and myself 
And winds up the clock 
And knocks dust from the shelf 
Home is a love that I miss very much 
So the past has been bottled and labelled with love. 
The past has been bottled and labelled with love. 
The past - has been bottled and labelled with love.

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