| Monday evening, lying down for bed
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| I got the day’s news hangin' in my head
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| I got too much stuff to do
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| And so do you
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| Went down to Houston to see if I could find
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| That piece of something that could ease my mind
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| I couldn’t find the answer, only found more pain
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| When it pours, it rains
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| Honey, can’t you see?
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| It’s killin' you, it’s killin' me
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| Got to leave that ball and chain
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| Livin' that way only brings us pain
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| Ain’t it kinda funny how you can feel alone
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| Even when I’m there, even when I’m home?
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| Handfuls of worry in her fingertips
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| Runnin' from your lips
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| Honey, can’t you see?
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| It’s killin' you, it’s killin' me
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| Got to leave that ball and chain
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| Livin' that way only brings us pain
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| Only brings us pain
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| Houston never did no good for me
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| It was just another town with dead end streets
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| And I swore to myself, this time I was comin' home
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| Every time I think I wanna be alone
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| Every time I get a little bit on my own
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| Well, I always regret the things that I never said
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| So I turned it around and headed back to you
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| And I thought about everything I put you through
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| And you deserve better than I’ve ever let you know
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| Cross my heart, honey, when I die
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| I’ll have been a better man with you by my side
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| And I swear I ain’t leavin', never leavin' you alone |