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Don't let the sun set on an argument |
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It's easy to say when you're not in one |
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That's a fact |
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Cause when we're not gettin' along |
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She's got a strong stubborn side |
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But I can't call that kiddo black |
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Cause sometimes our silly fights |
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May go well into the night |
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And we hit the sack |
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Back to back |
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Too ticked off to speak |
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We'd rather hold our grudges |
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Than be the one that budges |
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We'd go to bed |
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Buttin' heads and tuggin' sheets |
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But we never fall asleep |
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Without touching feet |
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Yeah we'll take cover |
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On that queen-size battle field |
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Her angry eyes are almost closed |
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We'll swallow just enough |
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Of that foolish pride |
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To whisper the truth soul to soul |
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Toe to toe |
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Sometimes our silly fights |
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Go well into the night |
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And we'll hit the sack |
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Back to back |
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Too ticked off to speak |
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We'd rather hold our grudges |
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Than be the one that budges |
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We'd go to bed |
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Buttin' heads and tuggin' sheets |
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But we never fall asleep |
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Without touching feet |
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It's not giving in |
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It's sayin' nobody's leaving |
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But you know that |
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I still love you |
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Even when we're disagreeing |
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Cause sometimes our silly fights |
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Go well into the night |
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And we hit the sack |
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Back to back |
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Too ticked off to speak |
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Cause we'd rather hold our grudges |
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Than be the one that budges |
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We'll go to bed |
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Buttin' heads and tuggin' sheets |
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But we never fall asleep |
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Without touching feet |
