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Текст (слова) песни: Clint Black - Nobodys Home
Move slowly to my dresser drawers
Put my blue jeans on
Find my cowboy boots, my button down
Strap my timepiece on my arm
Grab my billfold, my pocket change
Just a mindless old routine
Then its out the door and down the street
But its not really me
I still comb my hair the same
Still like the same cologne
And I still drive that pickup truck
That the same old bank still owns
But since you left, everybody says
Im not the guy theyve known
The lights are on, but nobodys home
Cup of coffee in the morning
Just food for the brain
But Ive been numb since our last goodbye
I havent felt a thing
But now theres pains in my head
And pains in my chestand I think Im losing my hair
Im a half a man with half a mind
To think you didnt care
Repeat chorus
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