| Well you know I used to love you, but now I don’t think I can
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| And it ain’t you, it’s just that feeling’s more than I can stand
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| I guess 9 or 10 years of failure will do that to a man
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| I hope you understand
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| We were 18 years of anger, bitter as the cold
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| And baby, we knew emptiness like a panhandle road
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| We’d pretend that we were dying, trying to survive
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| And make it through those high school nights alive
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| Remember the prom kings and queens
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| Praised from afar
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| And how the lights inside the high school
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| Made them look like movie stars
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| Well you were the queen of my condition
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| I was the king of the ignored
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| You talked just like East Texas
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| Looked like an angel from the lord
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| I thought we’d bust out of Broken Arrow
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| Holding hands on our way to hell
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| You always did have me under your spell
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| And all those pretty girls who looked like movie stars
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| They look pretty ordinary, 28 years old
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| Checking out at Walmart with babies in their arms |