She wore that fallin' out of love look I even swore by the good book
Still the last lie I told her was the one she couldn't believe
No more crying on her shoulder she won't even let me hold her
And this time I've hurt her more than she loves me
I've been too busy drinking she's been too busy thinking
Bout the kind of love she needs and the man she never sees
But Lord she's already stood more than I was ever good for
And this time I've hurt her more than she loves me
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I've been too busy drinking
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Lord this time I've hurt her more than she loves me