| It was the perfect excuse to get drunk
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| As if lately I’ve needed one
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| It Was the perfect excuse to buy bullets
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| For the barrel of my favorite gun
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| It was the perfect way to show you
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| How it feels inside of me
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| And the perfect way to find out
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| How it feels to set me free
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| Reasons
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| I keep looking for reasons
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| I thought that I had loved you
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| I did the best I could
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| Reasons
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| I keep looking for reasons
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| I lost the reason for me living
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| And that just ain’t no good
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| I know that three’s a crowded room
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| But really, this won’t take long
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| I want to meet the man, help him to understand
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| What he did when he broke up our home
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| And I’ll be going now to a place I know
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| That’s deep, dark and quiet
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| Away from pain and the undying shame
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| Of me and my unfaithful wife
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| Reasons
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| I keep looking for reasons
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| I thought that I had loved you
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| I did the best I could
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| Reasons
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| I keep looking for reasons
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| I lost the reason for me living
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| And that just ain’t no good
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| I lost the reason for me living
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| And that just ain’t no good |