| It’s the sheets wrinkled up at the foot of the bed
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| It’s your hair in a knot on the top of your head
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| It’s the crawling in the back seat
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| Knocking over everything
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| 'Cause we couldn’t wait to get home
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| Baby, loving you, it ain’t always pretty
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| But as long as you let me
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| I’ll take the messy, oh
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| It’s the mascara running away from those homey eyes
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| And you don’t know why you cry, but I’m still gonna hold you tight
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| It’s the cabernet spilling
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| All of those feeling
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| We’ve been bottling up
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| Baby, loving you, it ain’t always pretty
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| But as long as you let me
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| I’m gonna love you best that I can
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| Even when you can’t stand me
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| Even when you can’t even stand yourself
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| I’m telling you I ain’t going nowhere
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| I swear, don’t care, I’m here
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| Ain’t anywhere else I’d rather be
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| And as long as you let me
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| I’ll take the messy, oh
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| It’s the way that I need to learn to hold my tongue
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| And you give it right back but we never give up
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| It’s the taking a breather, but nobody’s leaving
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| You’d better believe it, baby, I mean it
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| I’m gonna love you best that I can
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| Even when you can’t stand me
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| Even when you can’t even stand yourself
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| I’m telling you I ain’t going nowhere
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| I swear, don’t care, I’m here
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| Ain’t anywhere else I’d rather be
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| And as long as you let me
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| I’ll take the heavy, unsteady
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| It don’t scare me, baby, I’m ready for messy
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| Oh
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| I’m gonna love you best that I can
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| Even when you can’t stand me
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| Even when you can’t even stand yourself
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| I’m telling you I ain’t going nowhere
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| I swear, don’t care, I’m here
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| Ain’t anywhere else I’d rather be
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| And as long as you let me
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| I’ll take the messy, oh |