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Sometimes this old world gets to me |
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And I sure can be a jerk |
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But you always see the best in me |
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God knows you've seen the worst |
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You know when to let me be |
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Pull yourself real close to me |
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And how to take my breath away |
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You don't care who's right or wrong |
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I know whose side you're on |
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It's more than the love that we make |
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It's what you don't say |
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Man, I should have been the death of me |
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I sure can run it in the ground |
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When you come lie here next to me |
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Girl, you bring me back around |
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You know when to let me be |
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Pull yourself real close to me |
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And how to take my breath away |
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You don't care who's right or wrong |
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I know whose side you're on |
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It's more than the love that we make |
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It's what you don't say |
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You know when to let me be |
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Pull yourself real close to me |
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And how to take my breath away |
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You don't care who's right or wrong |
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I know whose side you're on |
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It's more than the love that we make |
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It's what you don't say |
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It's what you don't say |
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It's what you don't say |
