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Eight Crazy Hours (In The Story of Love)

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Eight Crazy Hours (In The Story of Love)

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It was somethin' as simple

As makin' the bed

That kicked off the voice

Inside her head

She was smoothin' the sheet

With the palm of her hand

When the thought struck home

"I don't know who I am"

And she sat cross-legged

On the bedroom floor

And thought

There's 3 people in this house

That don't need me anymore

And she cried like a baby

In a pile of dirty clothes

Oh, should I be more care free

Should I be more sexy

Should I be more friend, than mom

And the dryer was buzzin'

And the TV was blarin'

And she wanted to call her mother

It was somethin' as simple

As checkin' in to that cheap motel

Out on Highway 10

Was it the sting of leavin'

Or usin' her maiden name

That took all of the fun

Out of runnin' away

And she cried like a baby

In the tub of room 5

Oh, should I be more care free

Should I be more sexy

Should I be more friend, than mom

And her head was buzzin'

And the TV was blarin'

And she wanted to call her husband

It was somethin' as simple

As pickin' up the kids

That her back to Earth again

She'd been to the dark side of the moon

She had to keep it to herself

So she grabbed Kentucky Fried Chicken

For supper

Oh, but she looked more care free

And she looked more sexy

And she looked more friend than mom

And the table talk was buzzin'

And the TV, it was blarin'

And they all sat and laughed at each other

It was somethin' as simple

As not givin' up

And eight crazy hours

In the story of love

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