| The angels were singing a sad country song
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| It sounded like something of yours
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| With a conscience as clear as the tear in your eye
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| And a heart beaten golden and pure
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| And I felt all the feelings we set down in song
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| Torn from the body and soul
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| And the fortunes that faded like stars into daylight
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| And tear drops we turned into gold
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| Every hard rocking wreck on the highway
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| Every heartbroken rule of the road
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| Every true thing we wrote on the wind is still singing
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| Love is the last thing to go Love is the reason we happened at all
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| And it paid for the damage we done
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| And it bought us the freedom to fall into grace
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| On our way to our place in the sun
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| Every hard rocking wreck on the highway
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| Every heartbroken rule of the road
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| Every true thing we wrote on the wind is still singing
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| Love is the last thing to go |