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(Clint Black/Hayden Nichols) |
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The trouble I found could've never found me |
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Chase my feelings around, my thoughts runnin' free |
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The heart catches things that the mind's eye won't see |
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And I'm not nearly as blind as I thought I could be. |
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I used to think my way into some hard times |
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I used to think I knew how low I've been |
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So much thinkin' I finally gave up on my mind |
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Now here I go thinkin' again. |
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Now, I see myself down to the bottom again |
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And I'm likely to drown with these thoughts pourin' in |
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The trouble I found is the trouble with you |
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And I can't stand the sound of me thinkin' it through. |
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I used to think my way into some hard times |
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I used to think I knew how low I've been |
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So much thinkin' I finally gave up on my mind |
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Now here I go thinkin' again. |
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I used to think my way into some hard times |
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I used to think I knew how low I've been |
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So much thinkin' I finally gave up on my mind |
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Now here I go thinkin' again |
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Here I go thinkin' again... |
