| Sometimes I get to thinking
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| I’m a hurting kind of guy
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| Why’d that woman leave me for a lesser kind?
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| If you don’t know now, then you never will
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| Is what she said
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| She said I didn’t listen
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| Well I know that that’s untrue
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| She said I didn’t understand her
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| Well I guess that you do
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| Well I guess you do
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| Summer came around
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| Her old blanket on the floor
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| I woke to the slamming of the door
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| Then the rain came
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| And I just let it pour
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| All over me
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| Sometimes I get to thinking
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| I been wronged by my own kind
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| Down by my own undertakings
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| Now I’m down by the water, black water
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| And I’m looking in
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| She said I wouldn’t miss her
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| Well you know that that’s unfair
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| She said I wasn’t there for her
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| Well I never would have been there, no sir
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| If not for her
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| Summer comes around
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| And I miss that woman more
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| I guess I’ll get me somewhere by the fall
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| When the rain comes
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| Well I’ll just let it pour
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| All over me
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| Sometimes I get to thinking
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| I’m a hurting kind of guy
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| Why’d that woman leave me for a lesser kind
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| If you don’t know now, then you never will
|
| Is what she said
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| Summer comes around
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| And I miss that woman more
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| I guess I’ll get me somewhere by the fall
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| When the rain comes
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| Well I’ll just let it pour
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| All over me |