| There are cobwebs on the ceiling fan
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| And the lonely 40 watt flickers when the train goes by
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| Take out boxes near the garbage can
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| And the leaning tower of dishes is getting 3 feet high
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| I can’t stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
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| I can’t stand wondering if you’re out with that whore
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| I can’t stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow
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| The faucet keeps dripping like a cannonball
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| And I threw my guitar in the fire when I ran out of Duraflames
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| The phone kept ringing right off the wall
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| But it never was you, so I ripped it out the socket
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| And then I cursed your name
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| The sun’s been gone for 7 days
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| And you been gone for 9
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| The Tennessee river’s just a block away
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| I could jump in at anytime
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| I can’t stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
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| I can’t stand wondering if you’re out with that whore
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| I can’t stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow
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| I shuffle around like a mental patient
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| In my robe and my bedroom shoes
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| Flipping channels from my sleeping bag
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| And dining on a box of Fruit Loops
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| I can’t stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
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| I can’t stand wondering if you’re out with that whore
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| I can’t stand wishing that I had never been born
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| No, I can’t stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow |