As I sit on the edge of this never made bed
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old guitar in my lap a new tune in my head
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There she stands in the doorway just brushing her hair
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it's my beautiful muse in her underwear
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And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank god where ever you are
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for the muse and this old guitar
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its times like these so sweet and so true
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thinking is the last thing that you wanna do
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As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar
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trying to work some things out without getting too far
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And to drown out the voices that are keeping me down
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there's a muse all alone on the other side of town
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And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank god wherever you are
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for all the whiskey in this dirty old bar
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Times like these are so sad but so true
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Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
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Yeah, thinking's the last thing that you wanna do
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As I sit on the bed of this hospital room
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Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom
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and the tiny [?] voice starts to bellow and cry
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its my finest work yet if the day I should die
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And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank god
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for the muse and the miracle right here in my arms
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Times like these are so sweet and so true
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thinkings the last thing that you wanna do
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Yeah, thinkings the last thing that you wanna do
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Yeah, thinkings the last thing that you wanna do
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The Muse
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| Zac Brown Band |
