| I’ve got 50 milliliters of Fireball Whiskey
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| In the bottom of my bag where you asked me to keep it
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| I’ve been doing some thinking 'bout this past weekend
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| And the 7:30 drive from where I left you sleeping, baby
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| How you took my hand and said, «Hey, I need someone
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| Would you be my someone tonight?»
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| Held me tight, said, «this feels right. |
| Sometimes things just do
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| You said, „shit. |
| One day, I could marry you.“»
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| American spirits and the fathers who leave 'em
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| Spend their life looking for all the missing pieces
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| Catching girls like me, they think they’ve found it
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| In the morning they’re gone 'cause we’re not what they needed
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| And we’ll never be
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| Oh oh, we’ll never be
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| Oh, I’ll never be
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| But I’m still falling
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| I’m flashing back to meeting your mother
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| You were so hurt and she couldn’t make it better
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| You screamed and she yelled 'til it all came out
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| So much love no one’s figure out
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| So I held you
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| So somebody had you
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| And i still got you
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| American spirits and the fathers who leave 'em
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| Spend their life looking for all the missing pieces |
| Catching girls like me, they think they’ve found it
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| In the morning they’re gone 'cause we’re not what they needed
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| And we’ll never be
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| Oh oh, we’ll never be
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| Oh, I’ll never be
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| But I’m still falling
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| You got the name of a girl
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| Tattooed on your neck
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| I wonder what’s she’s like, does she love you well?
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| I was thinking 'bout your funeral
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| And how we’ll all have one
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| Would it be strange if I came?
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| Since none of your friends know my name?
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| American spirits and the fathers who leave 'em
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| Spend their life looking for all the missing pieces
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| Catching girls like me, they think they’ve found it
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| In the morning they’re gone 'cause we’re not what they needed
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| And we’ll never be
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| Oh oh, we’ll never be
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| Oh, I’ll never be
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| But I’m still falling
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| I’m still falling
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| I’m still falling
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| Woah Oh Oh |