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He stood in the doorway |
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Holdin' his head half-past low |
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You could still feel the perfume |
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Hangin' at the end of the hall |
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She tried to fight it |
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She kept on denyin' it |
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Knowing that he'd lose without her |
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But the fussin', the fightin' |
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The boozin', the cryin' |
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Left her more empty than hopes |
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I'd rather love you than leave you, my darlin' |
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But lovin's just not what we do |
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So, as hard as a habit and as cold as my heart |
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I'm breakin' this forever for now |
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It only took two days |
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'Til Johnny got locked up in jail |
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The other guy didn't die |
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But he won't be walkin' for awhile |
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But the phone kept on ringin' |
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But she wouldn't let him |
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Get the best of her |
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'Cause there's no more playin' momma |
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Enough with the drama |
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Little boy, stand on your own |
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I'd rather love you than leave you, my darlin' |
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But lovin's just not what we do |
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So, as hard as a habit, as cold as my heart |
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I'm breakin' this forever for now |
