| You were a whip around town with tinted windows down
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| Alabama bound, a Dixieland delight
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| You were a summer silhouette, a Sunday cigarette
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| A hand me down cassette, a turn on a dirt road dime
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| You were a rock back, throw back
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| George Strait tee too tight
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| Can’t get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones
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| It’s like the record stopped spinnin' and you’re gone again
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| And I’m stuck here alone
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| Can’t get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones
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| I turn it up, you turn me on, it takes me back
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| It takes all night long
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| I’m a Jack without the rocks, a sun without a drop
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| A quarter in the slot of an unplugged jukebox joint
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| And I’m a Gibson missin' all of my damn strings
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| Can’t get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones
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| It’s like the record stopped spinnin' and you’re gone again
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| And I’m stuck here alone
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| Can’t get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones
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| I turn it up, you turn me on, it takes me back
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| It takes all night long
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| To get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones
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| Can’t get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones, yeah
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| Yeah, it’s hard to admit it, your boy’s addicted
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| As soon as I hit it, it plays and I miss it
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| And now I’m tied to a train down memory lane
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| Stuck on repeat, repeat the same ol' same
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| The same ol' same, yeah, the same ol' same
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| Can’t get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones
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| It’s like the record stopped spinnin' and you’re gone again
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| And I’m stuck here alone
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| Can’t get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones
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| I turn it up, you turn me on, it takes me back
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| It takes all night long
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| To get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones
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| Can’t get you outta my head, outta, outta my head
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| Outta my headphones
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| Yeah, it’s hard to admit it, your boy’s addicted
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| As soon as I hit it, it plays and I miss it
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| And now I’m tied to a train down memory lane
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| Stuck on repeat, repeat the same ol' same
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| The same ol' same, yeah, the same ol' same
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| Can’t get you outta my head, girl
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| Can’t get you outta my head |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Headphones, artist - Florida Georgia Line. Album song Here's To The Good Times...This Is How We Roll, in the genre Кантри