| There’s tobacco in my sheets
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| I know you won’t be proud
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| You always taught me not to be the kind of woman that I seem to be becoming now
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| There’s an empty bag of something
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| On the table by my bed
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| Yeah, I know you wouldn’t like it but
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| It’s the only thing that gets him out my head
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| Oh mama, I hope you understand
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| 'Cause when daddy broke your heart, I held your hand
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| I’m not a smoker or a drinker
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| Just a crazy overthinker
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| And I need a little medicine
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| I hope your broken heart, it understands
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| There’s someone that I hardly know
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| Knocking at my door
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| He’s a pretty good distraction
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| But he’s not even a fraction of the one before
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| And if I’m being honest
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| I’m starting to scare myself
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| No, I hate to disappoint you
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| But if I can’t tell you, I can’t tell nobody else
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| So mama, I hope you understand
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| 'Cause I watched you hiding tears when daddy ran
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| I’m not a smoker or a drinker
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| Just a crazy overthinker
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| And I need a little medicine
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| I hope your broken heart, it understands
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| I swear, I’m sorry if I’m letting you down, oh-oh
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| But did you ever feel how I’m feeling now? |
| Oh-oh
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| And can you tell me how you found a way out?
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| Can you be my heroine?
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| 'Cause God, I tried everything else
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| Oh mama, I just don’t understand
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| How you still raised up my brother to a man
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| Were you a smoker or a drinker?
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| Or a crazy overthinker?
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| Did you need a little medicine?
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| I hope your broken heart, it understands |