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This man i married is buried deep |
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And the more i try to wake him, the more he sleeps |
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I used to think i knew this man |
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The tenderness, not the back of his hand |
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It's been two weeks since he last had a drink |
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But the time bombs ticking, i can never sleep |
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It would be easier if he did |
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Why do you stay here, stay with him? |
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Why do you do it? |
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Why do you treat us bad? |
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When you've got two kids that love you |
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And a wife that's missing you bad |
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I've got to go now |
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I've got to say goodbye |
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Don't try to stop us now |
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And please don't you cry |
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Can't you see. we've all been through it |
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It's all been said before |
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With all these fears, |
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For how many years can i keep coming |
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Back for more |
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No more |
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Must be addicted to all this pain |
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Cause i keep coming back for the shame |
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Dear god give me the strength to leave |
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I've got to keep going, keep going this time |
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Don't try to stop us now |
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Don't pull that stuff on me |
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I've got the kids all packed up |
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Harry's in the back with his pick up truck |
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Jenny's fallen asleep again |
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I've got to keep driving till i reach the end |
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I can't come back here anymore |
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And i know it |
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And i know it |
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I can't come back here anymore |
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And i know it |
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And i know it |
