| I woke up in the front yard
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| In the back seat of a Buick
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| With the lights and the radio on
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| I stumbled 'cross the grass
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| To the front porch through the door
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| Of a house that once was our home
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| If love once lived here you can’t tell it
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| If I could just let go I’d sell it
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| Oh, I’m goin' under gettin' over you
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| Made my way down the hall
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| Through the boxes to the bed
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| Where I used to hold you all night long
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| Your perfume on the pillow
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| Where you once laid your head
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| Stays there to remind me you’re gone
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| It’s gonna tear me apart if I let it
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| I should just move on and forget it
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| But, I’m goin' under gettin' over you
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| The days are long and the nights are tough
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| All alone it’s just too much
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| I’m not handlin' well what I’m goin' through
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| The whiskey ain’t strong enough
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| My hearts down to givin' up
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| I’m down to my last cigarette too
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| Oh, I’m goin' under gettin' over you |