Bitterness or Sympathy - text

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The first night I should’ve left you,
before I shut my eyes.
I prayed to God I’d wake up somewhere else,
and when the morning came to find me.

You were sleeping there beside me,
I wondered if this nightmare ever ends.
The door was left wide open,
And the neighbors, they were smoking.

In the afternoon to pass away the time,
And you looked at me so cold.
And said ‘this house is not my home’.
I wish you’d knew how true that felt most nights.

Is it bitterness or sympathy?
That keeps you standing here with me.
I’m not sure how much more I can take,
‘Cause I have sacrificed my peace of mind.
To sit here with you wasting time,
Now I think I’d like to walk away.

I was standing in Ohio on the 28th of March,
With the guitar in a suitcase in my hands.
And when the wind had stole my cap,
Lord, all I could do is laugh.
Thank the stars I’m still a drinking man

Is it bitterness or sympathy?
That keeps you standing here with me.
I’m not sure how much more I can take,
‘Cause I have sacrificed my peace of mind.
To sit here with you wasting time.
Now I think I’d like to walk away.

I was walking in a graveyard where no one that I know rests.
Thinking maybe I could clear my head.
And on the cemetery breeze I heard a song about belief.
Some with a thunder I can’t understand.

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