(Bruce Robison)
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Well I woke up cold
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Starin' at the ceiling
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Can't get back to sleep
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Thinkin' how she left me cryin'
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With broken memories
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I see her face in all my dreams
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Just won't let me be
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Whoa I'd like to be her honey
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But she don't care about me
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Well I woke up cold
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Starin' at another
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I could see it in my face
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Lord I try but I cant never
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Let nobody take her place
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Now I can't go on much longer
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Dreamin' in misery
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Whoa I'd like to be her honey
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But she don't care about me
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Well gone so long
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And all alone
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I'm too far gone to try
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With all them scenes
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And all them dreams
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Still livin' in my mind
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Well I go downtown
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And drink my liquor
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My tortured mind's so numb
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But drunk and blind
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She gets there quicker
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The farther away I run
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Now when I die my tangled soul
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Will finally be set free
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Whoa I'd like to be her honey
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But she don't care about me
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She Don't Care About Me
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| Ty England |
