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Late [G]nights in musty mo[C]tel rooms
Stale [G]lives left by some[D]one else
White [G]lies I wish I could [C]tell you
And [G]questions I [D]ask of my[G]self
Why do I [G]do the things that make me [C]sorry
Why do I [G]do the things that make you [D]cry
Will I [G]lose your love to an[C]other
[G]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I
The [G]angels smile when you're [C]praying
But the [G]devil laughs when you [D]lie
And some [G]things they go without [C]saying
When [G]tears [D]fill up your [G]eyes
Why do I [G]do the things that make me [C]sorry
Why do I [G]do the things that make you [D]cry
Will I [G]lose your love to an[C]other
[G]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I
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Some [C]questions beg for an [G]answer
Like a [G]poet begs for a [D]rhyme
Some[G]how all I can re[C]member
Is h[G]olding your[D] hand in [G]mine
Late [G]nights in musty mo[C]tel rooms
Stale [G]lives left all a[D]lone
He's [G]telling you how he [C]wants you
And I'm [G]praying he doesn'[D]t [C]know
Why I [G]do the things that make me so[C]rry
Why I [G]do the things that make you [D]cry
If I could [G]lose your love to an[C]other
[G]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I
[C]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I
