Oh believe me
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I know it aint right to treat you like I do
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Oh and believe me
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I try so hard to figure out what I should do
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but it’s true
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I’m brought up this way and I don’t it know any other way
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And it’s not
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It’s not a matter of putting the blame on someone else
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I’ve got to many things inside my head I’m about to collapse
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And I guess that if I drink too much
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I’ll just have to drink some less
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It’s not a fantasy
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the devil’s got a hold of me
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and it doesn’t get much lonelier
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than waiting by the phone
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Desolater
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| Fireside |
