| Yes, my wedding band is just too loose to hold me
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| 'Cause it slips off my finger now and then
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| Especially when I’m laying here with Anna in my arms
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| I find it’s gettin' harder to pretend
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| 'Cause Anna just don’t know how much I’m married
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| If she did I know she’d want to die
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| But what she doesn’t know won’t ever hurt her
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| So I lay right here and tell another lie
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| I’ll be laying here lying in bed
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| I know what she wants to hear so that’s what will be said
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| The truth would only hurt her so I’ll tell a lie instead
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| While I’m laying here lying in bed
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| When I get home I’ll kiss the tie that binds me
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| 'Cause he’s the apple of his daddy’s eye
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| If his nother wakes and asks me where I’ve been and if I love her
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| Then Lord I’ll have to tell another lie
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| I’ll be laying here lying in bed
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| I know what she wants to hear so that’s what will be said
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| The truth would only hurt her so I’ll tell a lie instead
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| While I’m laying here lying in bed… |