| He falls down drunk, I hold him up
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| He drinks and I refill his cup
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| Then I take him home and put him to bed
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| He wakes me in the dead of night
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| Lets me be his second sight
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| To guide him when he’s sleepwalking
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| Listen when he’s sweet-talking
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| I see the end of the road in his eyes
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| He’s got a long way to go
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| I hold him like a loaded gun
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| I know he might go off with anyone
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| But I know he’s only tryin' to have some fun
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| He sees a couple of things in me
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| Like how I’m not very hard to please
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| It’s really pretty easy
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| I see my long lost home in his eyes
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| He sees a nice hotel in mine
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| I’ll stick it out forever, babe
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| If we keep comin' back together, maybe
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| You’ll start to see it like me
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| I’ll stick it out forever, babe
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| If we keep comin' back together, maybe
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| You’ll start to see it like me
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby
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| I’ll stick it out forever, baby |