| You think I’m crying over you
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| You think I’m dying too
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| You think I’m thinking way too much
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| And sadly out of touch
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| With all the world and all my friends, well, think what you want and think
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| again, think again
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| 'Cause what you don’t know is I’m throwin' a party
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| And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some Jack in their Coke
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| The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin'
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| There ain’t no last call, I’m havin' a ball with Hank Haggard and Jones
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| No, I ain’t alone
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| I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo
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| There ain’t no lights on, the curtains drawn
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| Just one car in the drive
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| And the neighbors might think it’s a haunted house, yeah
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| But I’ve never felt so alive
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| 'Cause what they don’t know is I’m throwin' a party
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| And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some Jack in their Coke
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| The records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin'
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| There ain’t no last call, I’m havin' a ball with Hank Haggard and Jones
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| No, I ain’t alone
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| I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo
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| With my ghosts on the stereo
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| One song at a time, I get their advice
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| And the pain melts away like whiskey on ice
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| Baby, you don’t know that I’m throwin' a party
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| And everybody tonight is feelin' alright, with some Jack in their Coke
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| Yeah, the records are spinnin' and the speakers are smokin'
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| There ain’t no last call, I’m havin' a ball with Hank Haggard and Jones
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| No, I ain’t alone
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| I feel right at home with my ghosts on the stereo
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| Oh, yeah, with my ghosts on the stereo
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| Yeah
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| Oh, yeah, I’ve got my ghosts on the stereo |