| Too many nights cryin'
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| Waitin' up for my call
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| I can’t say that I blame you, you finally run off
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| Drinkin' alone now
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| Down to my last case
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| Some reason thought it was a good time to drive by your place
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| But you’ve got a fist full of roses
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| And a note in your hand
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| 'Cause baby I love you, some other man
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| I’ve finally run out of tears
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| I run out of beer
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| Spent time in Atlanta
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| Down in Montgomery too
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| Spent a lot of time down in Florida tryna get over you
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| I see your pictures with him now
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| And that smile on your face
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| As much as I’d like to go home, hell I can’t stand that place
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| 'Cause you’ve got a fist full of roses
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| And a note in your hand
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| Baby I need you, some other man
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| I’ve finally run out of tears
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| I run out of beer
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| Tonight I guess I’ll drink the hard stuff to shut up my mind
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| Well old George was right, it’s right, it’s 20 to life and still doin' time
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| 'Cause you’ve got a fist full of roses
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| And a note in your hand
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| Baby I need you, some other man
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| I’ve finally run out of tears
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| I run out of beer |