| It’d take about a million midnights
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| And a good long whiskey rain
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| It’s gonna take a hurricane
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| The sky so blue
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| And I’ll be just like new
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| It might take every inch of Texas
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| And the dark side of the moon
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| I’m gonna find a place I ain’t missing you
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| And I’ll be just like new
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| When the sun stops shining
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| When the liars quit lying
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| When I finally face the truth
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| I’ll be pushing up roses
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| When I start getting over you
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| And I’ll be just like new
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| New (ooohhh)
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| I’m praying for a tree to grow a dollar
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| I’m hoping for a cold California summer
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| I’m wishing for a heart that ain’t broken in two
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| And I’ll be just like new
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| When the sun stops shining
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| When the liars quit lying
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| When I finally face the truth
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| I’ll be pushing up roses
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| When I start getting over you
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| And I’ll be just like new
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| New (ooooohhh)
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| When the sun stops shining
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| When the liars quit lying
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| When I finally face the truth
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| I’ll be pushing up roses
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| When I start getting over you
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| And I’ll be just like new
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| Just like new
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| Just like new |