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Eric Lee Beddingfield
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I've been laid up in bed
With a bad case of the blues
Self-medicating on Jim Beam and chicken soup
I'm sorry it's so late
Please don't hang up the phone
There's so much I need to say
I've held my tongue too long
Tomorrow I'll be sober
I won't say what's on my mind
I think it's best to get off my chest
And let it out tonight
I hang your picture on the wall
Just so I can tear it down
That broken glass looks like my heart
Shattered on the ground
I use four letter words
When I scream out your name
All loaded up on whiskey
That don't ease the pain
I tell myself time will heal it
But it hasn't yet
Girl, you're a hard one to forget
Well, I'm just a memory
A ghost from your past
No more than a bad dream
You wish you'd never had
Well, I'm having trouble
Gettin' you off my mind
Watching hands on the clock
Don't speed up time
I hang your picture on the wall
Just so I can tear it down
That broken glass looks like my heart
Shattered on the ground
I use four letter words
When I scream out your name
All loaded up on whiskey
That don't ease the pain
I tell myself time will heal it
But it hasn't yet
Girl, you're a hard one to forget
Woah, I tell myself time will heal it
But it hasn't yet
Girl, you're a hard one to forget
Girl, you're a hard one to forget
Girl, you're a hard one to forget
Written by: Eric Beddingfield, Randy Barber
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