G D G [Verse 1]G She wore that fallin' out of love look I even swore upon the good bookC Still the last lie I told herG Was the one she couldn't believe No more cryin' on her shoulder She won't even let me hold herD And this time I've hurt her more than she loves me [Chorus]C G I've been too busy drinkin', she's been too busy thinkingD 'Bout the kind of love she needs and the man she never seesG But Lord, she's already stood more than I was ever good forD G And this time I've hurt her more than she loves me [Break]G D G [Chorus]C G I've been too busy drinkin', she's been too busy thinkingD 'Bout the kind of love she needs and the man she never seesG But Lord, she's already stood more than I was ever good forD G And this time I've hurt her more than she loves me [Tag]D G Lord, this time I've hurt her more than she loves me
This Time Ive Hurt Her More Than She Loves Me
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