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The hangover kicked in as the night rolled into day This goddamn closet just ain't big enough for those kinds of thoughts All I can do is cry and pray for the slumbers to come To numb all those words we barked and let fly This business of breaking hearts won't make us rich Can we say we're sorry? Promise this won't happen again Everybody's got those issues, babe I got a few more than you Right hand raised, left over the book I'm sure we didn't mean a word that was said And maybe I held you a bit too high And I didn't know you as well as I should There's no feeling of hurt your heart couldn't fill Don't let me loose, don't let me go I'm not ready to go From Letras Mania