| I’ve been thinking about the way you hold me lately
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| On a bus, my head, near Missouri
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| All the things we done, don’t matter much if at all
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| It’s over now
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| Would you hustle
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| Would you break me off some bread
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| Maybe I’ll just get baked here in bed
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| Remember all the cradling and touching
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| It’s always the same
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| This will be our last prom
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| All your little love songs
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| All the time we spent in the Dollar General
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| (I would love you for always)
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| Picking out the gifts for your little niece
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| (I know that she’ll love it)
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| I wonder if they got the wrong opinion
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| (a picture lasts longer)
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| The way they looking at me
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| This will be our last prom
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| All your little love songs
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| This will be our last prom
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| Full of nothing but silly little love songs
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| I promise
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| No matter what we did, in the past
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| What you think of, your opinions
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| I promise, from now, I’ll be true
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| But if you don’t trust me girl, that’s ok, I understand
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| It’s been a really long road
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| We’ve had our ups and downs
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| So do me this last favor
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| Me and you
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| One last prom
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| Just for me and you
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| One last prom
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| I’m ready for you of that bed
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| I’m showing them Chad’s some static
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| I’m noticing a '10' to the right
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| But i’d rather trade up in attics
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| I burn the needle down red
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| Tryin' to find my credit some debit
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| When I wake you’re Socratic
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| Sold the world, took it back, you’re at it Oba
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| Chopped up insisted implied
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| I’m on the 10 clicks on a side
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| Seven 38s, heard 'em say your name
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| Up in the bitch debates! |