| Well, I woke up this morning to a busted up room
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| Some half empty bottles and a half written tune
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| I stacked up the papers and I cleaned up the mess
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| I don’t know what happened but I got a good guess
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| I must’ve stayed up all night again, drinking
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| Heartbroken, singing the blues
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| But don’t be surprised, you know it ain’t the first time
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| I stayed up all night again writing a song about you
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| I called up your number and I just let it ring
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| Nobody answered so I called it again
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| And then I pulled out that bottle and filled up a glass
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| Rescued a wrinkled up page from the trash
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| And then I stayed up all night again, drinking
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| Heartbroken, singing the blues
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| But don’t be surprised, you know it ain’t the first time
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| I stayed up all night again writing a song about you
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| But don’t worry 'bout me 'cause I’ll be alright
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| Maybe I’ll write a number one, one of these nights
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| And you can tell all your friends that it’s all about you
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| But until then I know just what to do
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| I’ll stay up all night again, drinking
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| Heartbroken, singing the blues
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| But don’t be surprised, you know it ain’t the first time
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| I stayed up all night again writing a song about you
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| I stayed up all night again writing a song about you |