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I got a good reason for bein' here |
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Drivin' by your house |
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Hopin' to catch a glimpse of you |
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Maybe talk our troubles out |
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Well, I've been makin' left turns round and round your block |
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Circling since |
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Sunday evening at six o'clock |
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Well I know my behavior might seem a little strange |
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It's got a lot to do with losing you |
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And plain ol' pain |
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I got a good reason for bein' here |
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Where the music's loud |
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Hopin' to forget about you |
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And lookin' for a good time crowd |
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I think I'll shoot some doubles |
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And sit here at the bar |
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Well I ain't goin' nowhere |
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I gave the bartender my car |
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Well I know my behaviour might seem a little strange |
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It's got a lot to do with losing you |
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And plain ol' pain |
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Well, it's a shootin', stabbin', gnawin', naggin', grindin', kind of hurt |
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An agonizing, mesmorizing constant hell on earth |
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It's plain ol' pain |
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I got a good reason for bein' here |
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Laying on this couch |
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For a hundred bucks an hour |
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I'm gonna sort my feelings out |
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The doctor says my problem is common but acute |
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And I won't get any better |
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Until I talk to you. |
