She's running with the pace of my heart
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I don't know what tore us apart
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It could've been my radio friends
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Coming home raiding I'm drunk again
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Sitting here driving, drinking away
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There's no need to try to beg her to stay
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Cause she's tired of all the stuff I'm putting her through
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Now I'm sitting here lookin like a fool
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I stumbled on in and ride around four
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And there was a nude on the kitchen floor
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I guess she got tired of those endless nights
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Coming home drunk and those endless fights
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I thought to myself, something ain't right
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Looking around at the paid device
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She wrote in a note she can't take anymore
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She took my catch and my laser board
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My bedroom soothed then disappeared
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She really made sure would hurt a lot
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She's still running the police is coming
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So officer can you tell me something
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Officer said I got here to look
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Just all of my stuff in my Chevy truck
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She's running with the pace of my heart
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I don't know what tore us apart
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It could've been my radio friends
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Coming home raiding I'm drunk again
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Sitting here driving, drinking away
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There's no need to try to beg her to stay
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Cause she's tired of all the stuff I'm putting her through
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Now I'm sitting here lookin like a fool
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I know that she's wrong, I know that I'm right
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I'm living alone, she's living the life
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If I gotta pay her after all that she's done
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It's me and my boys till the morning sun
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You know how it gets when women get mad
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It's hell on earth, it gets pretty bad
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People get hurt and thins get thrown
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You better get used to everything going
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Word gets around, she's on to me now
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I'm getting her back for kicking me out
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The ring on the hand is out in the wood
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And that could've saved me a few hundred bucks
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All that I wanted was my old truck
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But she took my keys and she blew it up
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She wrote up my stash I had in the back
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Catch her alone I'm whooping her ass
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She's running with the pace of my heart
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I don't know what tore us apart
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It could've been my radio friends
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Coming home raiding I'm drunk again
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Sitting here driving, drinking away
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There's no need to try to beg her to stay
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Cause she's tired of all the stuff I'm putting her through
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Now I'm sitting here lookin like a fool
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She's Runnin
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| The Lacs |
