| She packs her bags to leave every day
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| And you just wait for it to pass
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| You hear that patience makes a better man
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| So you just wait to understand
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| 'Cause you don’t want to write that song
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| Where you done her wrong
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| And she can’t take you back
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| The one where she just can’t forgive
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| And you can’t live without her
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| What you gonna do with your idle hands
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| What you gonna do with your idle mind
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| What you gonna do with a keg of wine
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| Spread the pain around
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| Sometimes late at night out in your yard
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| You count your faults
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| Just like the stars
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| You know it all adds up but you don’t know
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| What to change
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| What to own
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| 'Cause you don’t want to write that song
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| Where you done her wrong
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| And she can’t take you back
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| The one where she just can’t forgive
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| And you can’t live without her
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| What you gonna do with your idle hands
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| What you gonna do with your idle mind
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| What you gonna do with a keg of wine
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| Spread the pain around
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| What you gonna do now that company’s coming
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| What you gonna do to keep it humming
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| Spread the pain around
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| Spread the pain around
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| What you gonna do when she packs her bags to leave?
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| Every day now
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| You just wait
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| For it to pass |