| You’re in the truck, she’s at her mom’s place.
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| Calling her up saying «Girl I’m on my way».
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| Don’t, you need to turn around.
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| 'Cause that box full of notes, pictures and memories
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| Ready for goodbye, riding in her seat.
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| Don’t, brother turn around.
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| 'Cause you’ve got your heart set on breaking hers,
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| Boy you just don’t know how much its gonna hurt.
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| Yeah I know cause I’ve been there before.
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| You beg her to come home, she won’t, she won’t.
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| And all along, it gets hard to breath, by then it way to late.
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| I know, I know cause I’ve been there before.
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| You’ve still got her picture taped to the dashboard,
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| And now that you miss her every song makes it burn more oh, «Son it gets worse».
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| 'Cause your gonna hear she’s moving on now and your gonna see her holding hands
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| with him down town oh, boy I know it hurts.
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| I know you may not believe me now, but she’ll get over you, the tables gonna
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| turn around.
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| I know cause I’ve been there before.
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| You beg her to come home, she won’t, she won’t.
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| And all along, it gets hard to breath, by then it way to late.
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| I know, I know cause I’ve been there before.
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| Yeah I know cause I’ve been there before.
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| You beg her to come home, she won’t, she won’t.
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| And all along, it gets hard to breath, by then it way to late.
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| I know, I know cause I’ve been there before.
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| I know, I know cause I’ve been there before. |