| You aint nothin like your memory
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| At least it hangs around
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| And that old photograph you gave me
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| Girl I can’t bare to lay it down
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| And when this bottles empty
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| Girl I’m gonna paint this town
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| Yeah after all, we’re said and done
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| I don’t have one good reason you should turn and come back home
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| Or the right to blame you girl I don’t have much at all
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| I still got you picture taped to the dashboard
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| On the mantle right by the front door you
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| Said if you leave you’d never come back
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| Well baby I don’t believe that’s were it’s at
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| It’s all of wrong times, all of the right things
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| In my right mind to say things I don’t mean
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| But baby that’s me and it’s way to late
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| But I still got your picture on the dashboard
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| And I aint like I use to be tough as hell and hard to please
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| But you came along and this old boy hit his knees
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| And the day was to much without you yeah my life revolved
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| Around you and you dropped a stone down on my heart
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| And now I can’t move on
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| Cause we danced to all our songs
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| Up to midnight all alone
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| I still got you picture taped to the dashboard
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| On the mantle right by the front door you
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| Said if you leave you’d never come back
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| Well baby I don’t believe that’s were it’s at
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| It’s all of wrong times, all of the right things
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| In my right mind to say things I don’t mean
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| But baby that’s me and it’s way to late
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| But I still got your picture on the dashboard
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| Oh when I’m driving down this old backroad,
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| Way to fast, I’ll never kno
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| Girl I can’t look down, cause I’ll see your eyes
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| Right next to 65
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| I still got you picture taped to the dashboard
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| On the mantle right by the front door you
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| Said if you leave you’d never come back
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| Well baby I don’t believe that’s were it’s at
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| It’s all of wrong times, all of the right things
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| In my right mind to say things I don’t mean
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| But baby that’s me and it’s way to late
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| But I still got your picture on the dashboard |