| Yes, I admit I’ve got a thinkin' problem
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| She’s always on my mind
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| Her memory goes round and round
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| I’ve tried to quit a thousand times
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| Yes, I admit I’ve got a thinkin' problem
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| Fill the glass up to the top
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| I’ll start with loving her
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| But I don’t know when to stop
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| I wake up and right away
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| Her name is on my lips
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| Once the memories start to flow
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| I can’t stop with just one sip
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| Yes, I admit I’ve got a thinkin' problem
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| She’s always on my mind
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| Her memory goes round and round
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| I’ve tried to quit a thousand times
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| Yes, I admit I’ve got a thinkin' problem
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| Fill the glass up to the top
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| I’ll start with loving her
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| But I don’t know when to stop
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| I keep on remembering
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| How good it used to be
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| Gettin' stoned all alone
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| On my favorite memory
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| Yes, I admit I’ve got a thinkin' problem
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| She’s always on my mind
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| Her memory goes round and round
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| I’ve tried to quit a thousand times
|
| Yes, I admit I’ve got a thinkin' problem
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| Fill the glass up to the top
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| I’ll start with loving her
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| But I don’t know when to stop
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| I’ll start with lovin' her |
| But I don’t know when to stop |