I make my living with paper and pencil
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And an old guitar
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I use melody and words that rhyme
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To tug at other's hearts
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But mine is still too tender
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To put her on a page
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'cause I'd have to remember
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The day she went away
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I can't Write that, I'd have to sing it
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And if I sung it, I'd have to live it
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And if I lived it, it would kill me
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'cause she ain't ever comin' back
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And that's too sad, I can't write that
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I know memories last forever
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Whenever you put 'em in a song
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But I can't take the chance that this one would be a big one
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And they'd play it on and on
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'cause when it comes to her love
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I get choked up and break down
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These feelings are just to much
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to share with you right now
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I can't Write that, I'd have to sing it
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And if I sung it, I'd have to live it
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And if I lived it, it would kill me
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'cause she ain't ever comin' back
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And that's too sad, I can't write that
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She ain't ever comin' back and thats too sad
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I can't write that
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I Can't Write That
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| Jeff Bates |
