| When the sun is hot and my old lady’s not
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| I just fall out the door
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| You know I’ve been askin' myself a long time
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| Ain’t I been through all this before
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| I gave up singin' my half-done songs
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| When the money ran out before the rhyme
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| And I gave up lovin' the one-sided love
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| When I could not believe their lies
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| Ooh I used to think it was easy, honey
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| I used to think it’s alright
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| I used to think it was simple enough
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| Until scratchin' became my way of life
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| Well the night has fallen and my old lady’s gone
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| And I’m thinkin' it’s time for me to go
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| You know I haven’t loved her like-a she’s wanted me to
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| That’s somethin' she already knows
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| The night out is cold and my shoes are so old
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| I don’t much enjoy the rain
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| The bed’s a lot softer than the road is hard
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| So I may hang on a few more days
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| Ooh I used to think it was easy, honey
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| I used to think it’s alright
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| I used to think it was simple enough
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| Until scratchin' became my way of life
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| Ooh I used to think it was easy, honey
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| I used to think it’s alright
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| I used to think it was simple enough
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| Until scratchin' became my way of life |