YOUR PILLOW IS SOAKED IN MY TEARS (Gabe Zander/BMI) 2003

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In one of three bedrooms, in a one-story house, next to four empty bottles of beer,
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On a bed you call yours, that you used to call ours, your pillow is soaked in my tears.
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Now, you wanted me out by the time you got back, and I'm sorry I'm still sittin' here;
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I had to break from my packin' 'cause I couldn't hold back; now your pillow is soaked in my tears.

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I know that I've never done anything right, but it's the last time I screw up, I swear,
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And I'm sorry to damage your property, but your pillow is soaked in my tears.

Now I know that I manage to get on your nerves, and you probably wish I would die,
But I'll repair the holes in the walls from the times I got angry, so I wouldn't cry.
Please don't crucify me, if just this one time; I can't take no more shouts in my ears;
I'd much rather die than take anymore pain; now your pillow is soaked in my tears.

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(break)

What won't fit on my back, I'll just leave behind; you can keep it or sell it away;
I hope that makes up for the last month of rent, 'cause I won't have the money to pay.
I'm happy for you, that you've got someone new, and I'm hoping he'll be happy here,
But remember when you lay your head next to his, that your pillow is soaked in my tears.

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