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Well, I woke up this morning to a busted up room |
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Some half empty bottles and a half written tune |
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I stacked up the papers and |
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I cleaned up the mess |
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I don't know what happened but |
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I got a good guess |
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I must've stayed up all night again, drinking |
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Heartbroken, singing the blues |
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But don't be surprised, you know it ain't the first time |
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I stayed up all night again writing a song about you |
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I called up your number and |
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I just let it ring |
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Nobody answered so |
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I called it again |
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And then I pulled out that bottle and |
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I filled up a glass |
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Rescued a wrinkled up page from the trash |
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And then I stayed up all night again, drinking |
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Heartbroken, singing the blues |
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But don't be surprised, you know it ain't the first time |
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I stayed up all night again writing a song about you |
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But don't worry 'bout me 'cause |
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I'll be alright |
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Maybe I'll write a number 1, one of these nights |
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And you can tell all your friends that it's all about you |
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But until then |
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I know just what to do |
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I'll stay up all night again, drinking |
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Heartbroken, singing the blues |
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But don't be surprised, you know it ain't the first time |
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I stayed up all night again writing a song about you |
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I stayed up all night again writing a song about you |
