(Darryl Worley/Howard Perdew)
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I've been known to have a drink or two
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In the comfort of my home
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It helps to minimize the crazy things
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I hear when I'm alone
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You'd think by now that every sound
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Wouldn't send her memory crashing through my brain
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I wouldn't mind the shackles if it wasn't for the rattle of the chain
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Certain little things she used to say
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They come through loud and clear
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It's sad but I admit I listen closer than I did
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When she was here
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Now every noise sounds like her voice
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And I'm torn between the pleasure and the pain
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I wouldn't mind the shackles if it wasn't for the rattle of the chain
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I wouldn't mind the shackles, I knew the day she left
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That I'd be wearing them until the end of time
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But every day's a battle just to keep the burden of my heart
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From interfering with my mind
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It's knowing that I'll always have her last goodbye
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Ringing in my ears, driving me insane
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I wouldn't mind the shackles if it wasn't for the rattle of the chain
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Now it seems like everytime I turn around here it comes again
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Someone else is telling me about the brand new love she wound up in
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I tell myself they all mean well
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But I still tremble at the mention of her name
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I wouldn't mind the shackles if it wasn't for the rattle of the chain
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I wouldn't mind the shackles, I knew the day she left
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That I'd be wearing them until the end of time
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But every day's a battle just to keep the burden of my heart
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From interfering with my mind
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It's knowing that I'll always have her last goodbye
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Ringing in my ears, driving me insane
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I wouldn't mind the shackles
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If it wasn't for the rattle of the chain
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No I wouldn't mind the shackles
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If it wasn't for the rattle of the chain
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I Wouldn't Mind The Shackles
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| Darryl Worley |
