Written by Marty Stuart
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It was the perfect excuse to get drunk
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As if lately I've needed one
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It Was the perfect excuse to buy bullets
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For the barrel of my favorite gun
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It was the perfect way to show you
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How it feels inside of me
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And the perfect way to find out
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How it feels to set me free
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Reasons
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I keep looking for reasons
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I thought that I had loved you
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I did the best I could
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Reasons
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I keep looking for reasons
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I lost the reason for me living
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And that just ain't no good
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I know that three's a crowded room
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But really, this won't take long
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I want to meet the man, help him to understand
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What he did when he broke up our home
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And I'll be going now to a place I know
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That's deep, dark and quiet
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Away from pain and the undying shame
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Of me and my unfaithful wife
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Reasons
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I keep looking for reasons
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I thought that I had loved you
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I did the best I could
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Reasons
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I keep looking for reasons
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I lost the reason for me living
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And that just ain't no good
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I lost the reason for me living
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And that just ain't no good
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Reasons
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Stuart Marty |