I woke up, late last night.
To fix the drink that makes me cry
Far away, were the sounds of pain.
The back of my mind was one black stain.
Lady, please, drive home
You don’t have to say even one fine word to me
Lady, please, drive home
I guess Love and Hate were born on the same day
You came to me like a cigarette, on Sunday morning in my bed
Strings of smoke floated through the air
Monday morning, a broken man
An empty pillow’s wailing in my hands
Your absence creates fear and doubt
Matters I’ve been wondering’ ‘bout
To say to you.
To say to you.
Lady, please, drive home
You don’t have to say even one fine word to me
Lady, please, drive home
I guess Love and Hate were born on the same day
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