She puts on the dress that he took of the night before,
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The summers through the main event of bottles on the floor,
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And when the head starts swelling the shame sinks in,
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she never even knew his name,
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and when her hand stops shaking the blood is thin
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and you'll do it again, you'll do it again
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so hey, what do you say?
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would it make much difference anyway?
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you can find another shoulder to cry on,
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cause it makes more sense being used
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and girl what do you know?
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did he drop to hard and let you know
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you can find another shoulder to cry on
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cause it makes more sense being used
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she would answer everytime you called her on the phone,
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and they could pass the present of the girls she thinks they want,
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and with the face down that shes looking for
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in a life she cant escape
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and when the girl starts drinking
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she wont stop shaking
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and she'll do it again, do it again
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so hey, what do you say?
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would it make much difference anyway?
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you can find another shoulder to cry on,
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cause it makes more sense being used
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and girl what do you know?
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did he drop to hard and let you know
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you can find another shoulder to cry on
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cause it makes more sense being used
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When your face to face with the demons you created,
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and your searching for a message
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in this mess that you've been making
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but its safe to say,
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you wont learn a thing from your mistakes,
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you'll wind up on your knees,
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watch a week from now,
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you'll end up going back for more
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so hey, what do you say?
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would it make much difference anyway?
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you can find another shoulder to cry on,
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cause it makes more sense being used
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and girl what do you know?
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did he drop to hard and let you know
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you can find another shoulder to cry on
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cause it makes more sense being used [2x]
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Hey
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| Driving East |
