| I found a note on the fridge
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| Said, «I'm sorry, this just ain’t workin'»
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| And since you ain’t here, and there’s frost on the beer
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| I guess you weren’t talkin' 'bout the Frigidaire, girl
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| Nah, you never liked my mom, or my dog, or my friends
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| And the worst is
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| I never said one word
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| When you told me to turn down the Merle
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| But I might’ve finally found somethin' colder than you
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| Well, I’m happy as hell, and hell, it helps me raise it
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| Took your goodbye, and hell, it done erased it
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| Girl, I ain’t drownin' your memory, these mountains
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| Are all that’s in here gettin' blue
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| Baby, I might’ve finally found somethin' colder than you
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| Oh, we’re better together, and that’s somethin'
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| They never once said when they’d talk about us
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| But it don’t leave a note when it’s runnin' out
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| It just leaves a buzz, you ain’t here to kill mine
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| But I might’ve finally found somethin' colder than you
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| Well, I’m happy as hell, and hell, it helps me raise it
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| Took your goodbye, and hell, it done erased it
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| Girl, I ain’t drownin' your memory, these mountains
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| Are all that’s in here gettin' blue
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| Baby, I might’ve finally found somethin' colder than you
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| Well thank God you left me
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| A twelve-pack of cold ones
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| 'Cause that’s somethin' I ain’t ever
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| Gonna get tired of holdin'
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| Oh, 'cause I might’ve finally found somethin' colder than you
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| Well, I’m happy as hell, and hell, it helps me raise it
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| Took your goodbye, and hell, it done erased it
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| Girl, I ain’t drownin' your memory, these mountains
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| Are all that’s in here gettin' blue
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| Baby, I might’ve finally found somethin' colder than you
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| Yes, I did
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| Colder than you
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| So much colder than you, babe
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| Colder than you |