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There ain't nothin' in the bottom |
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Of your glass for a broken heart |
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You were doing pretty good till she came |
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And tore your world apart |
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Well, she found a little younger model |
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You ran straight for the bottle |
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There ain't nothin' in the bottom |
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Of your glass for a broken heart |
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Do you find yourself tossin' and a turnin' |
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In the middle of the night |
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With a cigarette burning |
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Staying up until the broad daylight |
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Well, you gotta be going crazy |
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With another man lovin' on your baby |
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There ain't nothing in the middle of the night |
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For your broken heart |
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Well, there ain't never been a cure |
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For the lowdown blues |
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When a woman puts on |
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A pair of walking shoes |
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You ought to know by now |
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There's nothin', son, that you can do |
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For a broken heart, no, no, no, no |
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There ain't nothin' when the morning finally comes |
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Gonna change a thing |
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A little hair of the dog ain't gonna hurt you |
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Have yourself a drink |
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She's found another lover |
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I sure feel for you brother |
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There ain't nothin' in the whole wide world |
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For a broken heart |
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Well, there ain't never been a cure |
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For the lowdown blues |
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When a woman puts on |
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A pair of walking shoes |
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You ought to know by now |
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There's nothin', son, that you can do |
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For a broken heart |
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Well, there ain't never been a cure |
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For the lowdown blues |
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When a woman puts on |
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A pair of walking shoes |
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You ought to know by now |
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There's nothin', son, that you can do |
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For a broken heart, oh, oh, oh no |
