| Met my first love down in Texas
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| In a club in San Anton'
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| Both of us were lonely
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| Had no one to call our own
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| So we danced and laughed 'til closin' time
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| And had no place to go So with the top pulled down we drove all night
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| Ran off to Mexico
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| But my blond-haired, blue-eyed cowboy
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| Turned out to be bad news
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| Disappeared one morning
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| Left his old boots and the blues
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| Now there’s been so many others
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| But none of them were true
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| The only one I could count on to keep me Company is you
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| Mr. Pain-- oh, it’s you again
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| Never really wanted us to be such friends
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| You always seem to show up When I’m all alone
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| That’s when you move right in And make yourself at home
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| Mr. Pain, oh, Mr. Pain
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| Well, you’d think by now that I’d have learned
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| To see through your disguise
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| A heartache really shouldn’t be So hard to recognize
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| But you wear so many faces
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| Every line is new
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| And somehow I just always end up Wakin' up with you
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| Mr. Pain-- oh, it’s you again
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| Never really wanted us to be such friends
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| Never fail to find me when I’m all alone
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| That’s when you move right in And make yourself at home
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| Mr. Pain, oh, Mr. Pain |