Eight Crazy Hours In The Story Of Love

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[Verse 1]

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It was somethin' as simple
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As makin' the bed
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That kicked off the voice
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Inside her head
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She was smoothin' the sheet
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With the palm of her hand
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When the thought struck home
Em               F     C      C
   "I don't know who I am"


[Verse 2]

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And she sat cross-legged
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On the bedroom floor

And thought
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"There's 3 people in this house
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That don't need me anymore."


[Pre-Chorus]

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  And she cried like a baby
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In a pile of dirty clothes


[Chorus]

Em                    B
Oh, should I be more care free
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Should I be more sexy
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Should I be more friend, than mom
Em                B
And the dryer was buzzin'
G              F#m
And the TV was blarin'
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And she wanted to call, her mother


[Verse 2]

C                   G
It was somethin' as simple
            D          C        G
As checkin' in to that cheap motel
F              C
Out on Highway 10
       Em           D
Was it the sting of leavin'
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Or usin' her maiden name
     Am              Em
That took all of the fun
    Am      F
Out of runnin' away


[Pre-Chorus]

F                    C
And she cried like a baby
G                  D
In the tub of room 5


[Chorus]

Em                    B
Oh, should I be more care free
Em       G       F#m
Should I be more sexy
C                Em           B
Should I be more friend, than mom
Em                B
And her head was buzzin'
Em      G        F#m
And the TV was blarin'
     Am           C             G
And she wanted to call, her husband


[Instrumental]

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[Verse 3]

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It was somethin' as simple
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As pickin' up the kids That brought her back
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to Earth a - gain
       Em                          D
She'd been to the dark side of the moon
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She had to keep it to herself
          Am                  Em
So she grabbed Kentucky Fried Chicken
F          C    G     D
For supper


[Chorus]

D           Em           B
Ah, but she looked more care free
         G          F#m
And she looked more sexy
Am       C                       B
And she looked more friend, than mom
     G        Em       B
And the table talk was buzzin'
        Em         F#m
And the TV, it was blarin'
         C                           D
And they all sat and laughed at each other


[Outro]

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It was somethin' as simple
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As not givin' up
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And eight crazy hours
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In the story of love