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(Darryl Worley/Howard Perdew) |
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I've been known to have a drink or two |
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In the comfort of my home |
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It helps to minimize the crazy things |
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I hear when |
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I'm alone |
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You'd think by now that every sound |
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Wouldn't send her memory crashing through my brain |
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I wouldn't mind the shackles if it wasn't for the rattle of the chain |
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Certain little things she used to say |
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They come through loud and clear |
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It's sad but |
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I admit I listen closer than |
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I did When she was here |
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Now every noise sounds like her voice |
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And I'm torn between the pleasure and the pain |
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I wouldn't mind the shackles if it wasn't for the rattle of the chain |
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I wouldn't mind the shackles, |
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I knew the day she left |
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That I'd be wearing them until the end of time |
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But every day's a battle just to keep the burden of my heart |
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From interfering with my mind |
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It's knowing that |
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I'll always have her last goodbye |
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Ringing in my ears, driving me insane |
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I wouldn't mind the shackles if it wasn't for the rattle of the chain |
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Now it seems like everytime |
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I turn around here it comes again |
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Someone else is telling me about the brand new love she wound up in |
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I tell myself they all mean well |
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But I still tremble at the mention of her name |
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I wouldn't mind the shackles if it wasn't for the rattle of the chain |
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I wouldn't mind the shackles, |
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I knew the day she left |
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That I'd be wearing them until the end of time |
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But every day's a battle just to keep the burden of my heart |
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From interfering with my mind |
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It's knowing that |
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I'll always have her last goodbye |
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Ringing in my ears, driving me insane |
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I wouldn't mind the shackles |
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If it wasn't for the rattle of the chain |
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No I wouldn't mind the shackles |
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If it wasn't for the rattle of the chain |
