She wore that fallin' outa love look, I'd even swore upon the good books.
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 Hurt Her More Than She Loves Me.
I've been too busy drinkin', She's been too busy thinkin' . '
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 Hurt Her More Than She Loves Me.
I've been too busy drinkin', She's been too busy thinkin'. '
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 Hurt Her More Than She Loves Me.
Lord this Time I Hurt Her More Than She Loves Me.

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