| There’s two sides to every story
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| Two lanes to every road
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| One headed for forever
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| God knows where the other one goes
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| Looks like you took the right one when you left me
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| In your automatic, problematic Chevy
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| I can’t believe that
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| Ooh, I used to be out standing in the rain
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| Written on your headlights pouring through my windowpane
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| But I sold that broken-hearted
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| Hopeless home on lonely lane where you left me
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| And got a pretty good deal on goodbye street
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| That new porch swing on my front porch
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| Gets to swing a whole lot more
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| My favorite shade of powder blue’s fresh on my front door
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| The grass is so much greener on this side of my picket fence
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| And when the red birds sing out here, I swear I could forget that
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| Ooh, I used to be out standing in the rain
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| Written on your headlights pouring through my windowpane
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| But I sold that broken-hearted
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| Hopeless home on lonely lane where you left me
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| And got a pretty good deal on goodbye street
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| Hey, yeah
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| Where the sun is shinin' always
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| Brand new face in my picture frames
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| The more I love you’s in the hallways
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| The less I wish you’d stayed
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| Ooh, I used to be out standing in the rain
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| Written on your headlights pouring through my windowpane
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| But I sold that broken-hearted
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| Hopeless home on lonely lane where you left me
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| And got a pretty good deal on goodbye street (Ooh, ooh)
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| And got a pretty good deal on goodbye street (Ooh, ooh) |