| Seventeen, you don’t think that much about life
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| You just live it
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| Like Kerosene dancing around a fire
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| But you’re in it
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| So you jump right in
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| Ain’t afraid to fall
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| And you give it all
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| She got the best of me
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| She broke my heart
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| Now all that’s left of me
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| Is beating in this guitar
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| Every night, a different town
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| She follows me around
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| So you get what’s left of me
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| Yeah, you get what’s left of me
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| Cause she got the best of me
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| I picked myself up off the floor
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| And found something new worth living for
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| In an old dusty hand-me-down six string
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| And a couple chords
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| I’m getting over her
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| A little more with every song
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| So y’all sing a-long
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| She got the best of me
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| She broke my heart
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| Now all that’s left of me
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| Is beating in this guitar
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| Every night, a different town
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| She follows me around
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| So you get what’s left of me
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| Yeah, you get what’s left of me
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| Cause she got the best of me
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| Woah
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| She got the best of me
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| She broke my heart
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| Now all that’s left of me
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| Is beating in this guitar
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| Every night, a different town
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| She follows me around
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| So you get what’s left of me
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| Yeah, you get what’s left of me
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| Cause she got the best of me
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| Cause she got the best of me
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| She got the best of me |