| My boots sure feel good on this hardwood
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| My beers never tasted this cold
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| The bands playing all of my favorite songs
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| And somehow I don’t feel at home
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| Tonight she is sure lookin' pretty
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| Dressed up in her Friday night’s best
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| And she’s left no doubt that she’s moving on
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| Time says I should but I haven’t yet
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| I wish we could start it all over
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| And I was someone that she never knew
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| Then there wouldn’t be any distance
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| She’d be just 'cross the room
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| But from her point of view
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| I might as well be up on the moon
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| I wish I could be just a stranger
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| Walk over and ask her for a dance
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| Then we could get lost in the music
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| And I’d give anything for that second chance
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| T o smell that perfume that I bought her
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| Rest my hand on the back of her dress
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| And be that man standing beside her
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| And not the one over here by himself
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| I wish we could start it all over
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| And I was someone that she never knew
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| Then there wouldn’t be any distance
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| She’d be just 'cross the room
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| But from her point of view
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| I might as well be up on the moon
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| I wish we could start it all over
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| And I was someone that she never knew
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| And there wouldn’t be any distance
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| She’d be just 'cross the room
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| But from her point of view
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| I might as well be up on the moon
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| Yeah from her point of view |