| One more whiskey sip 'til this bottle
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| Turns into a phone call
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| One more cigarette 'til this parking lot
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| Turns into your front lawn
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| My over you turns into comin' over
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| And every step away from you is one step closer
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| So why won’t this heart turn to stone?
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| Why won’t this fire grow cold?
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| You moved on and you’re okay
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| But I can’t even find a way, to say goodbye
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| 'Cause every time I try
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| I always feel the same damn thing
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| And it’ll change to anything but love
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| Oh why can’t it be anything but love?
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Water into wine
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| Maybe that’s the kind of miracle I need
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| 'Cause the park turn into drive
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| It’s gonna take the hand of God, to stop me, oh-oh-oh
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| Never again turns into one more time
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| And my level head turns into out of my mind
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| So why won’t this heart turn to stone?
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| Why won’t this fire grow cold?
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| You moved on and you’re okay
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| But I can’t even find a way, to say goodbye
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| 'Cause every time I try
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| I always feel the same damn thing
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| And it’ll change to anything but love
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| Oh why can’t it be anything but love?
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| It could be hate, it could be hurt
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| It could just fade away
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| I’d still be a mess but anything less
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| And maybe I’d be okay
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| If this heart turned to stone
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| If this fire went cold
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| You moved on and you’re okay
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| But I can’t even find a way, to say goodbye
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| 'Cause every time I try
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| I always feel the same damn thing
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| And it’ll change to anything but love
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| Oh why can’t it be anything but love?
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| Oh why can’t it be anything but, love?
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| Ooh, ooh |