| We got problems to figure out
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| We got habits we need to change
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| We got a whole world pushing you and me to rearrange
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| But when it’s quiet, when it’s dark
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| When I match my breath to the beat of my heart
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| And when I’m praying for answers
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| It always comes the same
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| My phone lights up
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| Baby, it’s your name
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| And I’ve been drinking, but I got no buzz
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| And all the glitter just looks like dust
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| June gloom gray day
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| I wish that it were blue
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| God, I wish I were with you
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| I took the last flight, late night, LAX
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| Tried my best to get some sleep
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| We’ve been keeping our distance
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| Skimming the surface
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| But it’s clear I’m in real deep
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| Tried to close the case with the tears on my face
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| And my friends are sure we’re a done deal
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| But here I am again
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| Holding your hand in Nashville
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| I think some sunshine could do you good
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| But you don’t wanna do what I think you should
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| And now we’re walking round Lockeland Springs to happy hour
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| God, I wish this were forever
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| And now we’re drinking till we’re unstable
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| And now I’m crying at the table
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| Windows down, hair messed up in the passenger seat
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| You’re still the one to beat
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| Ohh-oh, ohh
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| Ohh-oh, ohh
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| Running Shelby Hills through another season
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| Can’t stop myself, can’t stand to reason
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| And I can’t help the way I feel
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| So here I am again
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| Holding your hand in Nashville |