| Every night it’s the same old time
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| I leave work at five-o-five
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| Been doing my best to forget about her
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| But she’s driving me out of my mind.
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| When I get home, I know what I’ll find
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| How I wish that it wasn’t so There’ll be no one there to hold me tonight
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| In that house on old lonesome road.
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| I recall how we laughed
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| When we read the name
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| In the paper before we moved in After we did our friends all asked
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| If that house was lonesome back then.
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| We were so young, our dreams were so new
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| There’s just no way that we could have known
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| The irony of that place where we loved
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| That house on old lonesome road.
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| Chorus:
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| It’s only shingles and shutters
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| And a case of worn out stairs
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| And just like my old heart they need repair
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| Maybe I should sell it Yeah, maybe that would be the best
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| Maybe then someone else could find
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| Some love at that address.
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| I used to love that old house so much
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| Back before she went away
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| Now everything there is just gathering dust
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| I should clean it up if I’m going to stay.
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| I don’t have too much time anymore
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| I’m too busy talking to ghosts
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| 'Cause her memory, keeps me company
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| In that house on old lonesome road.
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| Chorus:
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| It’s only shingles and shutters
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| And a case of worn out stairs
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| And just like my old heart they need repair
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| Maybe I should sell it Yeah, maybe that would be the best
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| Maybe then someone else could find
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| Some love at that address.
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| Every night it’s the same old time
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| I leave work at five-o-five, been
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| Doing my best to forget about her
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| But she’s driving me out of my mind… |