There's a rip in the elbow of the left sleeve
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And one button doesn't match
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You sewed that one on yourself
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And at the time it made me laugh
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It's frayed on the collar it's so old and faded out blue
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And I'll never wash it 'cause
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It smells so exactly like you
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When you left it I'm sure
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You didn't think twice about it
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But the irony is that I can't live without it
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I wear your shirt like it's your arms around me
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I put it on and you just surround me
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It's so soft on my skin
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Like the touch of your hands
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So good it hurts
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I should burn it I know
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Tear it up I'm this close
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But for the moment I just can't let go
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Of your shirt
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It keeps me warm when I sleep
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And those nights I don't
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It keeps me company
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I've got it on in the mornings having coffee
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And after work when I'm watching TV
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It's my comfort it's my torture and yes I realize
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It's just some worn out old fabric
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But it's my consolation prize
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And I'd be a wreck in a New York minute
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If I think too long of how you held me in it
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I wear your shirt like it's your arms around me
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I put it on and you just surround me
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It's so soft on my skin
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Like the touch of your hands
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So good it hurts
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I should burn it I know
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Tear it up I'm this close
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But for the moment I just can't let go
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Of your shirt
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Your shirt I love your shirt
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Your Shirt
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Chely Wright |