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Hitting it hard, hitting it long |
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Up all night trying to write this song |
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There's no way that you'll forget what I said |
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There's no way you'll forgive me |
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Look at that slow southern sun |
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Hover and burn over everyone |
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Cool air that blows just rattles the vent |
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I've only always said what I thought I meant |
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I'm inclined to give up this time |
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I'm inclined to drift or crawl |
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Postcards use short words |
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Deserted lovers got what they deserved |
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Only wish that you had turned to say |
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"It's all right, I'll still love you anyway" |
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Watch that crow as it floats from view |
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Radio towers and dark hills drift |
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Photographs are pinned and stretched across |
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Every promise I broke, every smile you lost |
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I'm inclined to give up this time |
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I'm inclined to drift or crawl |
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She just moved outside of me |
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She just moved outside of me |
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She just moved outside of me |
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She just moved outside of me |
