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When you walked out the door |
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I failed to recognize |
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Not having you no more would be a blessing in disguise |
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The promises you broke, the lies that you spoke |
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the way you said goodbye |
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Final destination's been the inspiration |
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in the sad songs that I write |
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Should be down in the dumps down in the mouth sporting a frown but i ain't |
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Making the rounds all over town, |
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running you down but i can't |
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To tell you the truth the least I could do is send you flowers and a note of thanks |
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Crying all the way to the bank |
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Well I just can't forget the way you broke my heart |
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But it helps when i fret on this old flattop guitar |
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You see a girl's gotta live and it pays to forgive all you put me thru |
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I oughta be willing, I'm making a killing, all because of losing you |
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repeat chorus |
