| You’re tired all the time
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| Baby’s tired all the time
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| Tired all the time
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| Baby’s tired all the time
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| Swear you’re gonna lose me
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| Or you’re gonna lose your mind
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| Girl, baby, I beg ya
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| Draw the blinds
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| Could it be the moon
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| Creeping through the pines, keeps ya
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| Tired all the time
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| Baby’s tired all the time
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| Swear you’re gonna lose me
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| Or you’re gonna lose your mind
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| Lord, the birdie called
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| About the break of day
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| Catch that birdie, Lord
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| I swear I’m gonna make him pay, 'cause she’s
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| Tired all the time
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| Baby’s tired all the time
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| Swear you’re gonna lose me
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| Or you’re gonna lose your mind
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| She said, my bulldog, lordy
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| Barks all night (but you know what I’m talking about)
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| She swore he musta seen something
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| To make him uptight, that’s why she’s
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| Tired all the time
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| Lord, she’s tired all the time, yes she is
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| I swear you’re gonna lose me
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| Or you’re gonna lose your mind
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| She’s tired all the time
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| Baby’s tired all the time
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| Tired all the time
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| Baby’s tired all the time
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| Swear you’re gonna lose me
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| Are you gonna lose your mind? |