| Hitting it hard, hitting it long
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| Up all night trying to write this song
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| There’s no way that you’ll forget what I said
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| There’s no way you’ll forgive me
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| Look at that slow southern sun
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| Hover and burn over everyone
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| Cool air that blows just rattles the vent
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| I’ve only always said what I thought I meant
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| I’m inclined to give up this time
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| I’m inclined to drift or crawl
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| Postcards use short words
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| Deserted lovers got what they deserved
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| Only wish that you had turned to say
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| «It's all right, I’ll still love you anyway»
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| Watch that crow as it floats from view
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| Radio towers and dark hills drift
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| Photographs are pinned and stretched across
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| Every promise I broke, every smile you lost
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| I’m inclined to give up this time
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| I’m inclined to drift or crawl
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| She just moved outside of me
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| She just moved outside of me
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| She just moved outside of me
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| She just moved outside of me |