(Jimmy Alan Stewart/Chuck Cannon)
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He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
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He thinks he'll drown all the hurt that he's feeling inside
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A river of tears is washing away her every reason for trying
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And the distance between them is silence, anger and pride
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They don't talk to each other
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They're no longer lovers
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They won't even say the three words that could keep love from dying
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She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her
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But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
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He tells the bartender his problems and thanks him for listening
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Then he orders more whiskey to have something warm he can hold
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She picks up the phone, and calls up a friend,
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And says she wishes she knew what was missing
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Both of them ask the wrong people why their love's growing cold
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They don't talk to each other
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They're no longer lovers
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They won't even say the three words
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That could keep love from dying
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She needs a shoulder, he needs to hold her
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But he's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
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He's in a bar, and she's in the bedroom crying
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She's In The Bedroom Crying
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John Wiggins |