| I don’t wanna ever wanna
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| Think about tomorrow morning
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| Girl, you know I gotta go
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| Damn I hate leaving you
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| But it’s what I do
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| We could just stay awake
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| I could sleep on the plane
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| Let me stand every last
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| Minute left loving you
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| 'Cause you know I do
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| I’ll keep your picture out there with me
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| But right now I’m still here, so
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| Come on and kiss me
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| 'Cause I’ve seen Vegas in the bright lights
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| But it don’t hold a candle to your green eyes
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| Felt the heat of the Georgia summer
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| Nothing like your skin under these covers, damn
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| I’ve heard the waves hit the West Coast
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| There ain’t a thing out there that even comes close
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| I’ve been around this world a time or two
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| And no one rocks mine like you
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| Laying here in this bed
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| With your head on my chest
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| Making sure you know that, baby
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| We gon' be alright
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| And holding on tight
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| Long as you’re in my arms
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| I’ll be cussing that alarm
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| Putting on my boots
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| And putting off another goodbye
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| Yeah, baby, goodbye
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| 'Cause I’ve seen Vegas in the bright lights
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| But it don’t hold a candle to your green eyes
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| Felt the heat of the Georgia summer
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| Nothing like your skin under these covers, damn
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| I’ve heard the waves hit the West Coast
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| There ain’t a thing out there that even comes close
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| I’ve been around this world a time or two
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| And no one rocks mine like you
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| On a night like this I’ll remember why
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| I’m all the time missing you
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| And I’m counting the miles and the places
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| And all them faces till I’m back to you
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| I’ve seen Vegas in the bright lights
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| Well, it don’t hold a candle to your green eyes
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| Felt the heat of the Georgia summer
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| But your skin under these covers, damn
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| I’ve heard the waves hit the West Coast
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| There ain’t a thing out there that even comes close
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| I’ve been around this world a time or two
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| Yeah, I’ve been around this world a time or two
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| And no one rocks mine like you
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| No, no one
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| And no one rocks mine like you |