| Late nights in musty motel rooms
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| Stale lives left by someone else
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| White lies I wish I could tell you
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| And questions I ask of myself
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| Why do I do the things that make me sorry
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| Why do I do the things that make you cry
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| Will I lose your love to another
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| Who loves you better than I
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| The angels smile when you’re praying
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| But the devil laughs when you lie
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| And some things they go without saying
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| When tears fill up your eyes
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| Why do I do the things that make me sorry
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| Why do I do the things that make you cry
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| Will I lose your love to another
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| Who loves you better than I
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| Some questions beg for an answer
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| Like a poet begs for a rhyme
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| Somehow all I can remember
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| Is holding your hand in mine
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| Late nights in musty motel rooms
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| Stale lives left all alone
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| He’s telling you how he wants you
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| And I’m praying he doesn’t know
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| Why I do the things that make me sorry
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| Why I do the things that make you cry
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| If I could lose your love to another
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| Who loves you better than I
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| Who loves you better than I |