| 5 AM out the door
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| Eight hour, maybe more
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| Starin' me down
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| Hatin' work, haulin' dirt
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| Man this shit’s just been wearin' me out
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| Off at two, nothin' to do
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| Calls that girl don’t get off 'til five
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| But I’ll have a bottle of waitin'
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| And it’s on when she pulls in the drive
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| When she comes home tonight
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| We’ll take that clock off the wall
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| Draw all them curtains
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| Let our clothes just lay where they fall
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| We’d turn down the lights
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| And let our hands be our eyes
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| Be just her and I, we’ll take our time
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| When she comes home tonight
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| Been a while overdue
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| Gettin' her alone
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| Thought’s been drivin' me wild
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| Killin' time 'til her and I get back to lovin' like it’s goin' out of style
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| I’m staring at this bottle awake
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| But it’s on when she pulls in the drive
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| When she comes home tonight
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| We’ll take that clock off the wall
|
| Draw all them curtains
|
| Let our clothes just lay where they fall
|
| We’d turn down the lights
|
| And let our hands be our eyes
|
| Be just her and I, we’ll take our time
|
| When she comes home tonight
|
| When she comes home tonight
|
| We’ll take that clock off the wall
|
| Draw all them curtains
|
| Let our clothes just lay where they fall
|
| We’d turn down the lights
|
| And let our hands be our eyes
|
| Be just her and I, we’ll take our time
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| When she comes home tonight |