| Ooh, It’s almost two and I’m sitting here
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| Wishing that I could see you
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| That’s why I’m drinking again
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| And thinking of when you loved me
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| I’m having a few, and wishing that you were here
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| I’m making the rounds, and buying the rounds, for strangers
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| Yes, I’m being a fool, just hoping that you’ll appear
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| Sure I can borrow a smoke, maybe tell some joker a joke
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| But who’s gonna laugh, who’s gonna laugh at a broken heart
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| That’s why its better, drinking again
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| And thinking of when you left me
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| Can’t you see I’m trying to make it on home
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| And ain’t got nothing but a memory
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| Maybe I can borrow a smoke, maybe tell some joker a joke
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| But, who’s got the nerve, the nerve to laugh at my broken heart
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| That’s why its better drinking again
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| And thinking of when you left me
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| I’m trying to make it up to home, with just a memory
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| I know you heard me the first time
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| I said I’m going to make it on home
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| And ain’t got nothing, nothing but a memory |