| Your poker face ain’t fooling nobody, nobody here
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| We’ve all felt the flame and she’d those same tears
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| Driving home to a one man hell, still counting years, still counting years
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| Hey brother we’re all learning to love again
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| 'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open
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| Standing in places no picture contains
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| That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying
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| Sing with the radio to song we can’t name
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| That was the real
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| You saying, «Maybe I’m not too young to be a cowboy.»
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| Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again
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| Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again
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| Making up your bed that day on a foreign floor between foreign walls
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| Thinking 'bout the words you’d say to a phone that never calls
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| Feel the weight of your father’s ring and all those dreams, and all those dreams
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| Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again
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| 'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open
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| Standing in places no picture contains
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| That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying
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| Sing with the radio to song we can’t name
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| That was the real you saying, «Maybe I’m not to young too be a cowboy.»
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| Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again
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| Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again
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| I know you like I know my reflection
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| Walking on the water 'cross an ocean of desire
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| Everyone I know is looking for protection
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| Trying to pull your hometown 'cross a telephone wire
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| 'Cause that was the real you standing there in the shape of your body
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| Fear don' know no love when we’re all the same
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| That was the real you looking back across the water
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| Tears falling like rain, drops rippling against the shame
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| That was the real you singing hallelujah, looking down a barrel
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| Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again
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| Hey brother, we’re all learning to love again |