| I don’t always wake up in the mornin'
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| Pour myself a strong one
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| Aw but when I get lonely I do
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| Your memory gets burnin'
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| Lean back on the bourbon
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| Sure as hell can’t keep leanin' on you
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| Looks like I’m learnin' the hard way again
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| It’s all my fault
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| Yeah, I dropped the ball
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| You’re gone and I’ve gone three sheets to the wind
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| Just thinking 'bout all I’ve wasted on you
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| All of this time and all of this money
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| All of the these sorries I don’t owe you honey
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| All of these miles on this Chevy, and prayers in a pew
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| All them days I spent, wasted on you
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| Wasted on you
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| Yeah, I swore this would be different
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| My heart wouldn’t listen to my head and these boots on my feet
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| Looks like I’m learning the hard way again
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| That’s why I’ve been
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| Wasted on you
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| All of this time, and all of this money and all these sorries I don’t owe you,
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| honey
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| All of these miles on this chevy and prayers in a pew
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| All them days I spent, wasted on you
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| Wasted on you
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| Like the pile of your stuff that’s packed up in the back, right down to the
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| strike of this match
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| Wasted on you
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| Wasted on you, wasted on you
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| All of this time, and all of this money and all these sorries I don’t owe you,
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| honey
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| All of these miles on this chevy and prayers in a pew
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| All them nights I spent, wasted on you, wasted on you
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| Wasted on you, wasted on you |