(Hank Cochran/Red Lane/Dale Dodson)
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I can feel the darkness reaching in
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As I touch the place you may as well have never been
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Love can hurt much more than one can bear
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When a heart beats for someone who's not there
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How many times must I tell myself that you're gone
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When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong... So wrong
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And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call
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And lay pride aside
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If I had any sense left at all
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Voices call that only I can hear
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Who would have thought love was something I would fear
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Almost home, almost there, almost taste
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On my mind, in my heart, on my face
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How many times must I tell myself that you're gone
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When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong... So wrong
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And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call
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And lay pride aside
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If I had any sense left at all
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Oh just lay pride aside
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If I had any sense left at all
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If I Had Any Sense Left At All
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| Reba McEntire |
