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My hands are shaking and I'm sadly learning
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The truth behind your innocent disguise
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You never thought I knew that you had been untrue
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But I once saw the devil somewhere in your eyes
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And now you got the nerve to ask me where I'm going
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And I don't believe I'd tell you if I knew
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I'll be gone when the sun comes up tomorrow
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I believe it's time to say good-bye to you
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And it sure smells like snow in Bossier City
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But there ain't no weather quite as cold as you
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I'd sooner stand in Mother Nature's anger
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Than to spend another lonely night with you
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I'm talking but I'm feeling you're not listening
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My words they just fall heavy on the floor
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Yes, it's true that you knew I would not stay forever
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And you won't see me crying when I walk out your door
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And it sure smells like snow in Bossier City
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But there ain't no weather as cold as you
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I'd sooner stand in Mother Nature's anger
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Bossier City
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| David Allan Coe |
