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• Artiste: Reba McEntire
• Titre: If I Had Any Sense Left At All
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(Hank Cochran/Red Lane/Dale Dodson) I can feel the darkness reaching in As I touch the place you may as well have never been Love can hurt much more than one can bear When a heart beats for someone who's not there How many times must I tell myself that you're gone When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong... So wrong And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call And lay pride aside If I had any sense left at all Voices call that only I can hear Who would have thought love was something I would fear Almost home, almost there, almost taste On my mind, in my heart, on my face How many times must I tell myself that you're gone When will the rest of me wake up and see what went wrong... So wrong And turn on the light and pick up the phone and just call And lay pride aside If I had any sense left at all Oh just lay pride aside If I had any sense left at all