Treat Ya Better

[intro]


Seven months he hasn?t been home

I wrote him in a letter

Heaven called and left at?the?tone

He?s got to?treat you better

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Where did our love?go?

She don?t wan--na know


Smoking cigarettes all the time

At least they?re still together

Went and downed another bottle of wine

Spilt it on her sweater

He said she opens up when she?s drunk

I ain?t talking feelings

Called me everything but a punk

She said there?s no more time for healing


Happy sorrows

New tomorrow

Always uninvited

Happy sorrows

Never follows

Why we?re so di-----vi---ded

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Where did our love?go?

She don?t wan--na know