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I can't spend another Friday on my phone Replaying all I said and how I said it all wrong How it didn't take real long for you to get real gone I'm done telling my boys I'm staying in Writing songs called she ain't coming back again It's got me going out of my mind Yeah, that's why I'm going out tonight I'm gonna pour my paycheck down the drain Black out till I done block out the pain Ain't gonna quit till I hit last call Ain't gonna let a missing you tear fall down Pour me a round Till I ain't thinking about how I let her get away Might hurt like hell in the morning But hell I'll take a headache over heartache any day Might wake up still in my jeans and boots Sheets smelling like a pack of camel blues Yeah, regrets, I might earn a few I'd rather be hung over than hung up on you I'm gonna pour my paycheck down the drain Black out till I done block out the pain Ain't gonna quit till I hit last call Ain't gonna let a missing you tear fall down Pour me a round Till I ain't thinking about how I let her get away Might hurt like hell in the morning But hell I'll take a headache over heartache any day I'll take a headache over sitting here Cussing at the man I've been seeing in the mirror One shot, two shot, wash it down with a beer Till your memory disappears I'm gonna pour my paycheck down the drain Black out till I done block out the pain Ain't gonna quit till I hit last call Ain't gonna let a missing you tear fall down Pour me a round Till I ain't thinking about how I let her get away Might hurt like hell in the morning But hell I'd take a headache over heartache any day It might hurt like hell in the morning But hell I'll take a headache over heartache any day
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