I got a good reason for bein' here
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Drivin' by your house
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Hopin' to catch a glimpse of you
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Maybe talk our troubles out
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Well, I've been makin' left turns round and round your block
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Circling since Sunday evening at six o'clock
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Well I know my behavior might seem a little strange
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It's got a lot to do with losing you
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And plain ol' pain
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I got a good reason for bein' here
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Where the music's loud
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Hopin' to forget about you
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And lookin' for a good time crowd
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I think I'll shoot some doubles
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And sit here at the bar
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Well I ain't goin' nowhere
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I gave the bartender my car
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Well I know my behaviour might
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seem a little strange
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It's got a lot to do with losing you
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And plain ol' pain
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Well, it's a shootin', stabbin', gnawin',
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naggin', grindin', kind of hurt
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An agonizing, mesmorizing
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constant hell on earth
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It's plain ol' pain
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I got a good reason for bein' here
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Laying on this couch
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For a hundred bucks an hour
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I'm gonna sort my feelings out
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The doctor says my problem is common but acute
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And I won't get any better
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Until I talk to you.
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Plain Ol' Pain
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| Clay Davidson |
