| Hello sweet friend of mine
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| I want to talk, see how you are
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| What’s new? |
| Are you feeling fine?
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| Do you like South Lake? |
| Do you work all the time?
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| This whole month has been a waste
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| And I got no taste for going out
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| Ever since you left home, I been shamefaced
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| But I’d rather be erased than hold you down
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| I never wanna be the old hat you put on your pretty head
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| I never wanna be the old hat you put on your pretty head
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| Now I know I, I talk too much
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| Worry 'bout things that can’t be controlled
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| And I can’t decide, always up on the fence
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| And I don’t make no sense, and baby I know that gets old
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| But I never wanna be the old hat you put on your pretty head
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| I never wanna be the old hat you put on your
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| My tornado love, tore it all down
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| Now I’m face down in all this muddy guilt
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| You know I wanna make you smile again
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| Warm your heart again, like an old worn out quilt
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| Now listen, I’ll be your glove, I’ll be your scarf
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| I’ll be the cross that covers your heart
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| But I don’t want you to get tired of me honey
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| After such a good start
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| I never wanna be the old hat you put on your pretty head
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| I never wanna be the old hat you put on your pretty head
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| Your pretty head, yeah yeah yeah
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| Your pretty head |