I'm sittin' in this cafe
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People talkin' so loud
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I can't hear myself think
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And that's not a bad thing
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The coffee keeps on coming
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Waiter keeps smilin'
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As I'm ridin' on this river of caffeine
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And that's not a bad thing
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I used to feel sorry for someone like me
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In a corner booth
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Pretendin' to read on a Friday night
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I used to say, "It just ain't right"
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How could anybody ever have any fun
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Without somebody, without someone?
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It never dawned on me, the possibility
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That it's not a bad thing
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All those thoughts
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Of how would I live without you
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Tonight you know, they're few and far between
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The waiter's name is Joey, he told me
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And that's when I noticed
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He ain't wearing any ring
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And that's not a bad thing
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There's a tug on the edge of my heart
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It's you again sayin'
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"Don't you start lettin' go of me"
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But I'm not listenin'
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For once in my life, I'll feel what I feel
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Let it be, let it be real, let it flow through me
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And wash me clean
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That's not a bad thing, it's not a bad thing
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As I'm drivin' home
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I'm thinkin' the worst might be over
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Or maybe I'm a little bit naive
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But the street lights seem brighter
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As I walk up to my front door
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I'm all alone when I turn the key
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And it's not a bad thing
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No, it's not a bad thing
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Not A Bad Thing
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| Trisha Yearwood |
