| Sitting at the bar, telling fairy tales
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| Pouring whiskey in wishing wells, feeling sorry for myself
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| There’s only one person in this world that can save me from myself
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| So I pick up the phone, pray that you’re home, I’m all alone
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| Saying the reason I called you drunk
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| Is I need your love so bad, so bad it hurts
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| Baby, it’s worth saying the reason I stay messed up
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| Is I need your love so bad, so bad
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| There’s some jerk at the bar smoking a big fat Cuban cigar
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| And I wave my hands through the smoke
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| I think I see you, but it’s some kind of twisted joke
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| Oh, you wouldn’t be caught dead in here
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| Just the thought of me crying would make you disappear
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| Saying the reason I called you drunk
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| Is I need your love so bad, so bad it hurts
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| Baby, it’s worth saying the reason I stay messed up
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| Is I need your love so bad, so bad, so damn bad
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| I want a choir to sing
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| I’m saying the reason I called you drunk
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| Is I need your love so bad, so bad it hurts
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| Baby, it’s worth saying the reason I stay messed up
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| Is I need your love so bad, so bad, so damn bad
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| Girl, you’re the reason
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| Yeah, you’re the reason
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| You know you’re the reason
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| I need you so bad
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| Girl, you’re the reason
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| Yeah, you’re the reason
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| You know you’re the reason
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| I need you so bad
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| I need you so bad |