| I pay for my room
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| And i try to forget it
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| It’ll kill me I knew
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| The memory, if I let it
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| Hearts don’t fly but they can run like hell when we have to
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| I didn’t leave you a note
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| I didn’t leave you a photo
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| I didn’t leave you a chance
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| But I left you, I guess you know
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| You’re wondering now how long it’ll take before I start missing you
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| But you ain’t worth the time
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| You ain’t worth the pain
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| You ain’t worth the spit in my mouth when I scream out your name
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| You ain’t worth the life they hand out in a town this small
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| You ain’t worth the sound of the TV from the room down the hall
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| Or my weight in salt
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| Six years of cryin
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| That’s all that you gave me
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| Not one more thing
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| Not even a baby
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| We were close one time but i guess God is smarter than I am
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| You broke every promise
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| You broke every whisper
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| You broke every vow the moment you kissed her
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| And you never thought twice
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| You never gave a damn
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| But you ain’t worth the time
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| You ain’t worth the pain
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| You ain’t worth the spit in my mouth when I scream out your name
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| You ain’t worth the life they hand out in a town this small
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| You ain’t worth the sound of the TV from the room down the hall
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| Or my weight in salt
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| All of the salt
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| Gathered from tears
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| Carefully collected from journals and prayers
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| It’d take you a month of Sundays to lift with a spoon
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| To pour on the wound
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| But you ain’t worth the time
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| You ain’t worth the pain
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| You ain’t worth the spit in my mouth when I scream out your name
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| You ain’t worth the cost to repair the hole in the kitchen drywall
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| You ain’t worth the good advice written on a dirty bathroom stall
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| Or my weight in salt |