I can's stand to see a good man go to waste

One who never combs his hair or shaves his face

A man who leans on wine over love that's told a lie

It tears me up to see a grown man cry

I never go around mirrors I can't stand to see me without you by my side

I never go around mirrors cause I've got a heartache to hide

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I never go around mirrors...

And it tears me up to see a grown man cry