| I’m tryin' so hard not to love him too fast
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| Line up all the horses and race 'round the track
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| And relax around reality and never look back
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| Want real hard love that’s better than that
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| I’m tryin' so hard not to bury myself
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| Beneath the dirt and the flowers of somebody else
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| Yeah beauty is blinding and darkness runs deep
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| Wanna hold on to him, still hold on to me
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| Cocaine and whiskey ride
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| They don’t even compare to how love makes me high
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| So I won’t push my luck
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| I’ll sober up
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| I won’t feed off of it till it dies
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| I’m tryin' so hard to stay right where I am
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| And I drive my mind in reverse, and speed up ahead
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| Break down on the road that just leaves me for dead
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| Want the peace of the present to steer me instead
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| Cocaine and whiskey ride
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| They don’t even compare to how love makes me high
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| So I won’t push my luck
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| I’ll sober up
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| I won’t feed off of it till it dies
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| Now I’ve got a history, I know you do too
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| Where the hell would we be without what we’ve been through
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| And I don’t give a damn about the mud on your boots
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| I just want you
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| Cocaine and whiskey ride
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| They don’t even compare to how love makes me high
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| So I won’t push my luck
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| I’ll sober up
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| I won’t feed off of it till it dies
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| Till it dies |