You stormed out of my house, quarter after two
You stormed
I?ve forgotten the reasons for loving you
And I?ve forgotten the
I come home from workin' hard
I pull up to my
Well, he?s gone to find his way again
Said he?s lost
I have tried to find my way
To make it through
I have tried to find my way
To make it through
O Lord, I think I?m falling to my disbelief
I?m cursing
I believe you try
To read too much between the lines
And
Tuesday night feet on the floor
Keys in hand, headed out
I came back home with a jewel missing out of
Treat me right and don?t you let me down
You brush
She's skilled at the art of deception and she knows
Well, there ain't no time
To let that gun be shy,
Yesterday he said my eyes were fading fast away
I said
My body's aching from laying in this bed
I went singing
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