Well I woke up cold, staring at the ceiling
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Can't get back to sleep
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Thinking how she left me crying
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With broken memories
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I see her face in all my dreams
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Just won't let me be
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Whoa, I'd like to be her honey
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But she don't care about me
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Well I woke up cold, staring at another
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You could see it in my face
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Lord I try but I can't ever
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Let nobody take her place
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Now I can't go on much longer
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Dreaming in misery
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Whoa, I'd like to be her honey
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But she don't care about me
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No, I'd like to be her honey
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But she don't care about me
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Well gone so long and all alone, too far gone to try
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With all them dreams and all them scenes just living in my mind
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Well I go downtown to drink my liquor
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My tortured mind's so numb
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But drunk or blind she gets there quicker
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The further away I run
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Now when I die my tangled soul
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Will finally be set free
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Whoa, I'd like to be her honey
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But she don't care about me
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No, I'd like to be her honey
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But she don't care about me
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She Don't Care About Me
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| Garth Brooks |
