| She pulls her socks up to her knees
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| Almost smiles and says to me:
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| «I don’t regret it if you don’t regret it»
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| We’ll find the perfect patch of sun
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| She’ll breathe the fire out of her lungs
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| And I don’t regret it if you don’t regret it
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| Oh we had our second chance
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| I heard we blew our third and fourth
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| She got another boy itching
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| To keep her little voice that hoarse
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| She says Maker’s Mark
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| Is mothers milk isn’t it?
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| And your feelings are only coincidence
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| She pulls her socks up to her knees
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| Almost smiles and says to me:
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| «I don’t regret it if you don’t regret it»
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| We’ll find the perfect patch of sun
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| She’ll breathe the fire out of her lungs
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| And I don’t regret it if you don’t regret it
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| The liquor habit fills the liquor cabinet
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| But we still blame our folks
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| And those hipster bastards
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| With their Goddamn catchphrases
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| Well I don’t get the joke then they say
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| «Southern Comfort’s comforting isn’t it?
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| When your feelings ain’t feeling magnificent…
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| (Yeah)
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| She pulls her socks up to her knees
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| Almost smiles and says to me: |
| «I don’t regret it if you don’t regret it»
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| We’ll find the perfect patch of sun
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| And she’ll breathe the fire out of her lungs
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| And I don’t regret it and you don’t regret it
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| And I don’t regret it and you don’t regret it
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| And I don’t regret it and you don’t regret it
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| She pulls her socks up to her knees
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| Almost smiles and says to me:
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| «I don’t regret it if you don’t regret it»
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| We’ll find the perfect patch of sun
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| And she’ll breathe the fire out of her lungs
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| And I don’t regret it and you don’t regret it
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| No I don’t regret it and you don’t regret it
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| No I don’t regret it and you don’t regret it
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| No
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| I don’t regret it if you don’t regret it
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| Cause I don’t regret it if you don’t regret it
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| And I’ll start forgetting the moment it sets and you’re gone
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| We’ll find the perfect patch of sun
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| And she’ll breathe the fire out of her lungs |