The Reason

Brett Eldredge

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    Sitting at the bar, telling fairy tales
    Pouring whiskey in wishing wells, feeling sorry for myself
    There's only one person in this world that can save me from myself
    So I pick up the phone, pray that you're home, I'm all alone

    Saying: The reason I called you drunk
    Is I need your love so bad, so bad it hurts
    Baby, it's worth saying the reason I stay messed up
    Is I need your love so bad, so bad

    There's some jerk at the bar smoking a big fat Cuban cigar
    And I wave my hands through the smoke
    I think I see you, but it's some kind of twisted joke
    Oh, you wouldn't be caught dead in here
    Just the thought of me crying would make you disappear

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    Saying: The reason I called you drunk
    Is I need your love so bad, so bad it hurts
    Baby, it's worth saying the reason I stay messed up
    Is I need your love so bad, so bad, so damn bad

    I want a choir to sing

    I'm saying the reason I called you drunk
    Is I need your love so bad, so bad it hurts
    Baby, it's worth saying the reason I stay messed up
    Is I need your love so bad, so bad, so damn bad

    Girl, you're the reason
    Yeah, you're the reason
    You know you're the reason
    I need you so bad
    Girl, you're the reason
    Yeah, you're the reason
    You know you're the reason
    I need you so bad
    I need you so bad

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    Composition: Ross Copperman and Brett Eldredge

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