jane is fine always fine
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we're unhappy most of the time
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we don't talk we don't fight
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I'm just tired she's way past caring
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but she says she is fine
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she tells lies most of the time
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what she needs i don't have
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that's not in the hand that I'm holding
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so we drink spanish wine
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she plays country records until the morning
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this is mine all of mine
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she is not she is not mine
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and i feel fine only when I'm sleeping
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only with the t.v. on
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she and i and empty wine and whisky bottles
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and she write beneath crumpled sheets
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she is everything i need
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but she would rather be any place but here
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jane is fine always fine
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we're unhappy most of the time
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we don't talk we don't fight I'm just tired
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she's way past caring
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so we drink spanish wine we tell lies
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we're killing and we feel fine
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well what's the crime?
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Why I Love Country Music
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Lloyd Cole |