| You fell in love or threw it away
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| You’re looking for the perfect thing to say
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| You’re no good with words, well, that’s okay
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| That’s why I write songs
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| Might make you laugh or make you cry
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| Might help you make it through a bad goodbye
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| 'Cause you’ve been through it and so have I
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| That’s why I write songs
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| I remember all the times I felt
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| Like somebody knows me all too well
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| 'Cause it was my life story I was listening to
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| I don’t know about you
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| But I’ve buried loved ones and a few good friends
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| I’ve held a brand new baby in my hands
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| It ain’t just what I do, it’s who I am
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| And that’s why I write songs
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| I remember how it blew my mind
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| When I played my song and watched a grown man cry
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| And it was at that moment I just knew
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| What I was born to do
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| Most songwriters never get the fame
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| Some folks wouldn’t recognize their names
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| But chances are you probably sang along
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| To Harlan Howard or Bob McDill
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| Whitey Shafer or Whispering Bill
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| All the times they ever gave me chills
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| That’s why I write songs |