| I see a look of disgust in your eyes
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| As I walk in drunk again
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| Tellin' ya lies, cheap alibis
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| You know full-well where this fool has been
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| I’ve got a bottle of booze and another excuse
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| And you’re sayin' that this is the end
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| Well I’ll tell you I’m sorry, that it’s my fault
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| That I should have come home or I should have called
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| I’ll tell you I’m sorry, I’ll say I’m to blame
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| But darlin', I can’t say I’ll change
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| You been sittin' by the phone waitin' all alone
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| Wonderin', worryin' if I’m alive
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| You were bed-TV-tied, wishin' I’d’a died
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| When I wandered in piss-drunk half-past five
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| Well you threw some plates, nearly wrecked our place
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| And you’re sayin you’re leavin' me this time
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| I’ll tell you I’m sorry, that it’s my fault
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| That I should have come home or I should have called
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| I’ll tell you I’m sorry, I’ll say I’m to blame
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| But darlin', I can’t say I’ll change
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| Yes, I’ll tell you I’m sorry, I’ll say I’m to blame
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| But darlin', I can’t say I’ll change |