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I burned my hand, I cut my face
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Heaven knows how long it's been
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Since I've felt so out of place
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I'm wonderin' if I'll fit in
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Debbie and Charley said they'd be here by nine
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And Deb said she might bring a friend
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Just my luck, they're right on time
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So here I go again
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I'm gonna smile my best smile
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And I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style
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Look into her eyes and pray that she don't see
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That learning to live again is killing me
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Little cafe, table for four
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But there's just conversation for three
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I like the way she let me get the door
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I wonder what she thinks of me
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Debbie just whispered, "You're doin' fine"
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And I wish that I felt the same
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She's asked me to dance, now her hand's in mine
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Oh, my god, I've forgotten her name
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But I'm gonna smile my best smile
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And I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style
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Look into her eyes and pray that she don't see
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That learning to live again is killing me
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Now here we are beneath her porch light
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And I say what a great time it's been
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A kiss on the cheek, a whisper goodnight
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And I say, "can I see you again"
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And she just smiles her best smile
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And she laughs like it's going out of style
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Looks into my eyes and says, "We'll see"
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Oh this learning to live again is killing me
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God this learning to live again is killing me
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Learning To Live Again
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Garth Brooks |