| I hope you show up in that black dress
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| You know, that one you never keep on too long
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| I hope you’re with me 'til my last breath
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| Like a record to the needle when they playing this song
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| You’re the only one that could ever play me like I play this guitar
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| Baby I ain’t dead yet, so go and and smash the pedal in this getaway car
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| Let’s take it too far, too far
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| Too far, mhh
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| Raised on the west coast, but she’s loving my country grammar
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| This that true romance, it’s like Clarence and Alabama
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| Tarantino love stories, so dark and so beautiful
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| To ever find a love like this is so unusual
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| I know that you’re feeling my vibe
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| Hop in this truck and let’s ride
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| Don’t give a fuck, I feel the rush
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| Let’s roll one up and get high
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| City to city, baby, we gon' keep those tides turning
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| Look in your eyes mama, and I can see that fire burning
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| I hope you show up in that black dress
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| You know, that one you never keep on too long
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| I hope you’re with me 'til my last breath
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| Like a record to the needle when they playing this song
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| You’re the only one that could ever play me like I play this guitar
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| Baby I ain’t dead yet, so go and and smash the pedal in this getaway car
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| Let’s take it too far, too far
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| Too far, mhh |