| I got a picture of you holding a picture of her taped to the dash of my car
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| I see it every time I check my speed or run up to the grocery store
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| The two of you were the only thing in life worth fighting for
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| But since you’ve been gone, I ain’t been much for fightin' anymore
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| These days things don’t come easy
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| It’s all I can do most just to keep it between the lines
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| If I’d have done a better job of listenin'
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| Maybe you would still be mine
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| I ain’t had a drop to drink since the day that you left me
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| Six years come September, I’ve been cursed with this clarity
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| I just stare in the mirror yellin' at a stranger looking back at me
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| And the ghost of the man I could have been still haunts all my dreams
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| These days things don’t come easy
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| It’s all I can do most just to keep it between the lines
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| If I’d have done a better job of listenin'
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| Maybe you would still be mine
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| Foolish pride wouldn’t let me give you the keys to the Oldsmobile
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| No way in hell I should have let myself ever get behind that wheel
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| I was drunk, it was dark, and I didn’t see him comin' over that hill
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| I regretted it then, I regret it now and I guess I always will
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| These days things don’t come easy
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| It’s all I can do most just to keep it between the lines
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| If I’d have done a better job of listenin'
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| The two of you would still be mine
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| I got a picture of you holding a picture of her taped to the dash of my car |