Like a honybee beatin' on my screen door
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I got a little buzz and my head and is sore
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And from the my bed I can feel the sun
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Lord I hear the mornin come
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Justa creepin
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Creepin', creepin', creepin'
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You shot outta here like a bullet from a gun
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A flip of a switch
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A theif on the run
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And since the day you left me baby
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I can feel the lonely
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I can hear the crazy
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Justa creepin'
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Creepin'
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Justa creepin'
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Creepin'
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Head for the future
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Run from the past
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Hide from the mirror
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Live in a glass
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What dreams forget the whiskey remembers
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Kinda like molasses in late December
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Justa creepin'
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Creepin'
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Oh, creepin'
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Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love
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Got under my skin and into my blood
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That "need you back" comes over me
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Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree
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Justa creepin'
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Creepin'
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Justa creepin' creepin'
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Creepin'
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Head for the future
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Run from the past
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Hide from the mirror
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Live in a glass
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What dreams forget the whiskey remembers
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Kinda like molasses in late December
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Justa creepin'
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Creepin'
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Ah, come on!
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Break it down, down, down, down.....
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Just last night I saw the light
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At the end of that tunnel on the other side
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Thought I found my way outta this pain
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Only to find your memory train
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Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'... ..
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Creepin'
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| Eric Church |
