| She wore that fallin' out of love, look
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| I even swore by the good book
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| Still the last lie I told her
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| Was the one she couldn’t believe
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| No more crying on her shoulder
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| She won’t even let me hold her
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| And this time I’ve hurt her more
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| Than she loves me
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| I’ve been too busy drinking
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| She’s been too busy thinking
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| 'Bout the kind of love she needs
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| And the man she never sees
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| But Lord, she’s already stood more
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| Than I was ever good for
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| And this time I’ve hurt her more
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| Than she loves me
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| I’ve been too busy drinking
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| She’s been too busy thinking
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| 'Bout the kind of love she needs
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| And the man she never sees
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| But Lord, she’s already stood more
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| Than I was ever good for
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| And this time I’ve hurt her more
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| Than she loves me
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| Lord, this time I’ve hurt her more
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| Than she loves me… |