| Phone calls, bar trips
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| White lies, rollin' off of your lips
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| You’re goin' new places for somethin' different
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| I’m talkin' to you boy, are you listenin'?
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| Cause you ain’t been yourself here lately
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| And unlike you I’ll be honest
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| It’s drivin' me crazy
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| We’re supposed to be bound together
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| Baby, by two little golden rings
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| Oh, but you ain’t even got yours on
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| And that all leads to one thing
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| Cold touch, no makin' love
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| New friends, forgettin' us
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| Alibis and excuses for what you’re doin'
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| Tell me, who do you think you’re foolin'
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| Cause you ain’t been yourself here lately
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| And unlike you I’ll be honest, it’s drivin' me crazy
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| We’re supposed to be bound together
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| Baby, by two little golden rings
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| Oh, but you ain’t even got yours on
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| And that all leads to one thing
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| No words, a hurt look, teary eyes from a heart took
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| Closet clean, bags packed and maybe you can guess where I’m at
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| Cause I ain’t been myself here lately
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| And unlike you I’ll be honest, it’s drove me crazy
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| I went to the bank this mornin'
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| And a lawyer has been seen
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| And my ring’s layin' on our kitchen table
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| And that all leads to one thing |