| Well, I’ve been thinkin' while you’ve been drinkin'
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| Yet I know thinkin' is the last thing on your mind
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| But, I’ve been hopin' to get this out in the open
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| And hopin' we ain’t runnin' out of time
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| The book I’ve been reading says we need to work this out
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| We need to talk about our problems, if we got ‘em
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| I think I’ve got a drinkin' problem
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| I can’t hardly get out of bed, I can’t hardly clear my head
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| Of last night’s spinning, smokey memories
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| I call in sick to work, I tell ‘em my whole body hurts
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| Yeah, I think this drinkin' just might be the death of me
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| The man down at the meeting says we need to work this out
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| We need to talk about our problems, if we got ‘em
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| I think I’ve got a drinkin' problem
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| Oh baby, you can’t claim this for your own
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| I swear that every bottle you bring home
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| Leaves me feeling that much more alone
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| Like a stranger, yeah, you see it’s my problem too
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| No, I never touch the stuff, but, honey, I’ll tell you what
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| You can’t count all the ways it touches me
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| Baby, you and me, we need to work this out
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| We need to talk about our problems, if we got ‘em
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| I confess I, I’ve got a drinkin' problem
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| Baby, I think I’ve got a drinkin' problem
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| Baby, I think I’ve got a drinkin' problem |