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I got a good reason for bein' here Drivin' by your house Hopin' to catch a glimpse of you Maybe talk our troubles out Well, I've been makin' left turns round and round your block Circling since Sunday evening at six o'clock Well I know my behavior might seem a little strange It's got a lot to do with losing you And plain ol' pain I got a good reason for bein' here Where the music's loud Hopin' to forget about you And lookin' for a good time crowd I think I'll shoot some doubles And sit here at the bar Well I ain't goin' nowhere I gave the bartender my car Well I know my behaviour might seem a little strange It's got a lot to do with losing you And plain ol' pain Well, it's a shootin', stabbin', gnawin', Letras de cancionesnaggin', grindin', kind of hurt An agonizing, mesmorizing constant hell on earth It's plain ol' pain I got a good reason for bein' here Laying on this couch For a hundred bucks an hour I'm gonna sort my feelings out The doctor says my problem is common but acute And I won't get any better Until I talk to you. From Letras Mania