| They say you ain’t been the same
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| Since you laid that bottle down
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| The songs they ain’t got no soul
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| The band’s done lost its sound
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| Get your head out of the clouds, boy
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| Pretty soon you’ll realize that
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| Sometimes the kindest thing you can do
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| For a dream is let it die
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| I’m in it for the long haul
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| I’m here until the work’s done
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| I ain’t ever been the kind of guy
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| That’s gonna cut and run
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| So I’ll pick myself up
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| Every time I fall
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| Buddy, I’m in it for the long haul
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| See the hardest part
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| Of getting sober
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| Is learning a drinking buddy
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| Ain’t the same thing as a friend
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| Just like the hardest part
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| Of starting over
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| Is admitting to yourself
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| That something has come to an end
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| I’m in it for the long haul
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| I’m here until the work’s done
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| I ain’t ever been the kind of guy
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| That’s gonna cut and run
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| So I’ll pick myself up
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| Every time I fall
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| Baby, I’m in it for the long haul
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| I am solid as a Redwood
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| She’s standing by my side
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| Got the patience of a sunset
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| Her last nerves are my why
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| So, last Sunday after supper
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| I ask her why she stays
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| She said I ain’t gonna be just another song
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| About walking away
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| Because, I’m in it for the long haul
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| I’m here until the works done
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| I ain’t ever been the kind of gal
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| That’s gonna cut and run
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| So we’ll pick ourselves up
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| Every time we fall
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| Honey, I’m in it for the long haul
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| Yes I’m in it for the long haul |