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[Tim McGraw] |
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You're probably sippin' lemonade and reading Hemingway |
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Wnderneath that tree out back of that same house |
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Where all that love was made |
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I'm sinkin' down on some corduroy couch |
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Empty bottles all around, quarter after two |
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And I'm still tryin to start my day |
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Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue |
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Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time |
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Cause all I want to tell you is you were right |
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And I miss you and I'm sick of me too |
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My wandering eye, my little white lies |
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All the hell I've raised |
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All the times I made you cry like rain |
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Tired of lookin' at myself, wishin' I was someone else |
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Tired of nothin' to lose, tired of nothin' left |
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I've been thinkin' lately maybe it's time to change |
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Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue |
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Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time |
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Cause all I want to tell you is you were right |
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I miss you and I'm sick of me too |
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I want to be your everything, not just a bad memory |
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I'd rather be your sweet dream come true |
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I'm sick of me too |
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Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue |
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Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time |
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Cause all I want to tell you is you were right |
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Maybe I should call you up right out of the blue |
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Maybe you'll pick up and maybe I'll get through this time |
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Cause all I want to tell you is you were right |
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And I miss you and I'm sick of me too |
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I'm sick of me too |
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Yeah I'm sick of me |
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I'm sick of me too |
