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I grew up fast in a small town,
Where people go to die.
Where your papa will lend you a dollar,
If you swear to never tell a lie.
So you say, “Okay,” you wise up quick,
Then down the road you fly.
Oh, how it hurts to know,
That you made your mama cry ... again.

You fall in love, or so you think,
When you’re growing young.
Once you’re there, you bite your lip,
Soon you’re kissing on.
Then something changes, could be the weather,
But now you bite your tongue.
Oh, how it hurts to know,
That this time you got it wrong ... again.

You find a job, you’re making dough,
It’s easy as pie.
You later find it’s such a drag,
It’s a piece you wish you hadn’t tried.
But you have to stay, there are bills to pay,
So put me back in line.
Oh, how it hurts to know,
That you’re back there chasing your pride ... again.

“When you come home, please be quiet,
It’s been a long, hard week.”
“Drink your coffee, but do not sip,
People are trying to sleep.”
Well, the nights are always so damn quiet,
How can you feel at ease?
Oh, how it hurts to know,
That my baby’s getting tired of me ... again.



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