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My half-assed best was all I had for your love,
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my maybe-tomorrows for your heart-to-hearts, 
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my punch-drunk house calls for your candles and wine,
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my brother, my banjo, my never-done-wrong, all you wanted was me by your side. 

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I tend to get what I want and do as I please,
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but you taught me I can't always get away with everything I thought I could and for that I thank you, my love. 

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You weren't the first to call me an arrogant son-of-a-bitch, 
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but only out of your lips could those words pull me out of my head, 
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and now I spend my days alone and stay up all night 
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with a picture of whiskey to my left, a bottle of you to my right.

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I tend to get what I want and do as I please, 
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but you taught me I can't always get away with everything I thought I could and for that I thank you, my love.