| I remember when we first started
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| Those Tennessee summer nights
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| From your little Brentwood apartment
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| With 10 cent wings for the drive
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| We fell in love long distance
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| Back in the payphone times
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| We didn’t have nothing to offer each other
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| Except for the rest of our lives
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| And our home was our story
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| Yah our home was our story alone
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| Your heart is a work of art
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| I wanna be rich in memories not money
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| Our love is our inheritance honey
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| We’ve come so far
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| I wanna be rich in memories not money
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| Our love is our inheritance
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| Our inheritance honey
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| I was working up a conversation
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| But I didn’t know how to start
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| Cause I didn’t think you had the patience
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| And I didn’t think you had the heart
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| I was looking for salvation in the desert convent stars
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| And our dead-end communication was only driving us a part
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| Yah so what are the chances that we survive
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| Even fall in love a second time
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| Honey you and I we got the storyline of a lifetime
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| Your heart is a work of art
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| I wanna be rich in memories not money
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| Our love is our inheritance honey
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| We’ve come so far
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| I wanna be rich in memories not money
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| Our love is our inheritance
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| Our inheritance honey
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| Yah our inheritance honey
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| And our home is our story
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| Yah our world’s always rearranging
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| Everytime we go on tour
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| We grew up as slow as we wanted too honey
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| But we’re not the kids that we were
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| I can still remember that first sunrise
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| Holding you near me for the first time
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| Your heart is a work of art
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| I wanna be rich in memories not money
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| Our love is our inheritance honey
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| We’ve come so far
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| I wanna be rich in memories not money
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| Our love is our inheritance
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| Our inheritance honey
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| Yah our inheritance honey
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| Yah our inheritance honey |