Heartache That Don’t Stop Hurting
I've beenhere a bunch of times
It all starts with the same old lines
It's over, Baby it's over
Nothing 'bout it ever feels good
It knocks you down just like it should
But it goes away, it always goes away
But something about this time feels different
Just like I'm in a fight I'm about to lose
*chorus*
This might be the heartache that doen't stop hurtin'
That just keeps workin' on me
That just keeps pickin' on me
And these might be the tears that keep on fallin'
That won't stop comin' down
They won't stop rainin' on down
Maybe its too early to know for certain
This might be the heartache that don't stop hurtin'
Man I tried to kill the pain
By shootin' whiskey through my brain
But it never works, it only makes it worse
So tonight I'm here again
Throwin' punches in the wind
At some enemy, that I can't even see
And I know I don't want to let it have me
But every time it hits I fell the truth
*chorus*
Tomorrow I'll stand up again
And give it my best shot again
But tonight it sure feels like
These might be the tears that keep on fallin'
That won't stop comin' on down
They won't stop rainin' on down
And maybe it's too early to know for certain
But this might be the heartach that don't stop hurtin'
It just won't stop hurting
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