Oh once my heart was light and gay and didn't realize
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Until you vanished from my side and opened up my eyes
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I balanced up the books on you the answer's very clear
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The final total comes into exactly nothin' dear
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I'm fillin' up a washing tub of tears I shed for you
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And dumpin' in my oldest dreams I've got a job to do
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I'm washing all my dreams in tears to rid my misery
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And hangin' out on the line that you handed me
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[ guitar ]
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At night when I lie down to rest instead of coutin' sheep
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I count the many lies you told to put myself to sleep
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I count the times you cheated to and knowing how you are
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I'd like to count them everyone but I can't count that far
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I'm fillin' up a washing tub...
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[ steel ]
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I'll take the brush you used and given me to brush all fear
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And brush away my thoughts of you that linger round so near
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Put on my walking shoes I got when you gave me the air
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Go out and found somebody new someone who really care
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I'm fillin' up a washing tub...
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Washing My Dreams In Tears
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Carl Smith |