| I loved that woman for so long
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| All that time I thought I knew her well
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| But I guess that goes to show
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| Sometimes there ain’t a way a man can tell
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| Our marriage is like our bedroom
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| Colder than any old jailhouse cell
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| What started out as heaven for us
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| Ain’t nothing now but a living hell
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| I turned to the bottle
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| When she turned her back on me and turned me away
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| 'Cause the bottle kept me warmer
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| Than the two loving arms I thought I knew so well
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| Our marriage is like our bedroom
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| It’s colder than any old jailhouse cell
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| What started out as heaven for us
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| Ain’t nothing now but a living hell
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| I turned to the bottle
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| When she turned her back on me and turned me away
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| 'Cause the bottle kept me warmer
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| Than the two loving arms I thought I knew so well
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| Our marriage is like our bedroom
|
| It’s colder than any old jailhouse cell
|
| What started out as heaven for us
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| Ain’t nothing now but a living hell
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| What started out as heaven for us
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| Ain’t nothing now but a living hell |