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She come runnin' back to me |
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arms wide open like she loved me. |
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I guess this makes about the fifteenth time |
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she's tried to let me go. |
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And ain't it funny how she walked away, |
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all the times that she shoulda stayed. |
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But loved never mattered to her anyway |
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if it did she'd be here |
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today |
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I'm gettin back to me |
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Yeah momma swore it never was meant to be |
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and daddy said to momma just let him be |
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cause there's certain things a boy can't see |
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till he becomes a man |
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a ball cap, t-shirt, back into my worn out jeans |
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I thank go that she couldn't see |
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she never ever saw the real me |
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and I don't miss the way things used to be. |
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Now that I'm back to me, |
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this farms too far from the city lights, |
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not a life that I wanted but she made me try |
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so I made her work so she wouldn't cry. |
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I think I'll find me a fishin pole |
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and go on down to my favorite hole |
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I'm back to talkin to god cause I know he knows |
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about heart break, and dirt road |
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and a fishin pole |
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I'm gettin back to me |
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Yeah momma swore it never was meant to be |
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and daddy said to momma just let him be |
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cause there's certain things a boy can't see |
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till he becomes a man |
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a ball cap, t-shirt, back into my worn out jeans |
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I thank go that she couldn't see |
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she never ever saw the real me |
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and I don't miss the way things used to be. |
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I'm gettin back to me |
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Yeah momma swore it never was meant to be |
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and daddy said to momma just let him be |
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cause there's certain things a boy can't see |
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till he becomes a man |
|
a ball cap, t-shirt, back into my worn out jeans |
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I thank go that she couldn't see |
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she never ever saw the real me |
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and I don't miss the way things used to be. |
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I'm back to me... |
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She come runnin back to me, |
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arms wide open like she loved me. |
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I guess this makes about the sixteenth time |
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she's tried to let me go... |