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Move slowly to my dresser drawers |
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Put my blue jeans on |
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Find my cowboy boots, my button down |
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Strap my timepiece on my arm |
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Grab my billfold, my pocket change |
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Just a mindless old routine |
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Then it's out the door and down the street |
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But it's not really me |
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I still comb my hair the same |
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Still like the same cologne |
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And i still drive that pickup truck |
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That the same old bank still owns |
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But since you left, everybody says |
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I'm not the guy they've known |
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The lights are on, but nobody's home |
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Cup of coffee in the morning |
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Just food for the brain |
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But i've been numb since our last goodbye |
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I haven't felt a thing |
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But now there's pains in my head |
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And pains in my chestand i think i'm losing my hair |
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I'm a half a man with half a mind |
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To think you didn't care |
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Repeat chorus |
