| Tonight on Asher’s porch
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| I swear I heard you laugh like you did when we first met
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| I tried to catch your eye
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| But you’re too damn stubborn now let me in
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| Five hundred nights spent by your side
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| And I could’ve spent five hundred more
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| But this lonely mind, it needs some time
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| These lonely dreams need somethin' to work t’wards
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| It’s easy to talk about the past
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| Wishin' that time was in a frame upon your bookshelf
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| I saw you crying in Beau’s lap
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| Talkin' about life as if it was somethin' you could pass or fail
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| But it doesn’t have to be a test
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| All the things we did, all the things we said, there’s no use dwellin' in
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| No, it’s the whiskey on your breath
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| That’s keeping you in a state of remembrance
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| Five hundred nights spent by your side
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| And I could’ve spent five hundred more
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| We’re livin' in restless times, no one wants to be tied
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| To the selflessness of every hour
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| Five hundred nights
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| Five hundred nights |