| I know you think I think too much
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| But I don’t know if it’s enough
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| Dirty love, all I want are your eyes on mine
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| And underneath of it all
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| I dream of our fall six shooters
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| Hallelujahs, aren’t able to save us
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| But did I ever want love?
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| Or, did I ask too much?
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| Young dirty love, come get us drunk
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| Let’s cover up what we really want
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| And, all you see and all you feel
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| Are skin and bones they don’t hold the soul like real love
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| No, you can’t control who you really are or what you really want
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| So, I met you in the hotel, dim lit, lobby
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| I’ve been on the road since you last saw me
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| And I don’t need a reason to bleed until we’re even
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| But did I ever want love?
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| Or, did I ask too much?
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| Young dirty love, come get us drunk
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| Let’s cover up what we really want
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| Oh, is it any wonder our love
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| Isn’t what we thought it was?
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| Is it any wonder our love
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| Isn’t what we thought it was?
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| Is it any wonder, oh lord
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| Is it any wonder our love
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| Isn’t what we thought it was?
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| When all we do is hurt ourselves |