I can't stand to see
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A good man go to waste
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One who never combs his hair
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Or shaves his face
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A man who leans on wine
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Over love that's told a lie
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Oh, it tears me up to see
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A grown man cry
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So I never go around mirrors
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I can't stand to see me
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Without you by my side
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No, I never go around mirrors
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Because I gotta heartache to hide
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I can't stand to be
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Where heartaches hang around
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It's so easy for the blues to get me down
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To see a grown man crawl
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Is more than I can stand
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And I can't look into the eyes of half a man
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So I never go around mirrors
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I can't stand to see
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Me without you by my side
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No, I never go around mirrors
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Because I gotta heartache to hide
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And it tears me up to see
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A grown man cry
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I Never Go Around Mirrors
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| Keith Whitley |
