| Another Friday night I’m somewhere
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| A little drunk and worn out from the show
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| It’s a hallway to a hotel room
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| The truck’s already rolling down the road
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| I find the lights take off my coat
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| I see her there just lying on the bed
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| She’s seen me through my yesterdays
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| God knows tonight I’m needing her again
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| She’s the place I go
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| When there’s nowhere left to run to
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| She’s the one I hold
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| When there’s no one to hold on to
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| She’s been with me late at night
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| When I was drowning in the dark
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| She heard my every word
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| When I was pouring out my heart
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| So I thank my lucky stars
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| For every crack, scratch and scar on this guitar
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| She’s given me her best
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| When I am at my worst
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| When I can’t find the pieces
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| Fingers scratching in the dirt
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| She offers no forgiveness
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| Cause she likes to make it hurt
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| She’s the place I go
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| When there’s nowhere left to run to
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| She’s the one I hold
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| When there’s no one to hold on to
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| She’s been with me late at night
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| When I was drowning in the dark
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| She heard my every word
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| When I was pouring out my heart
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| So I thank my lucky stars
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| For every crack, scratch and scar on this guitar
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| Morning like a freight train
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| Last night still ringing in my head
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| Before today becomes tomorrow
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| Tonight I know I’ll do it all again
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| She’s the place I go
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| When there’s nowhere left to run to
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| She’s the one I hold
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| When there’s no one to hold on to
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| She’s been with me late at night
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| When I was drowning in the dark
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| She heard my every word
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| When I was pouring out my heart
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| So I thank my lucky stars
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| For every crack, scratch and scar on this guitar
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| And so I thank my lucky stars
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| For every crack, scratch and scar on this guitar |