| Yeah, I count the minutes down
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| Every day 'til five o’clock
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| I hop up in my old truck
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| I tear out of the parkin' lot
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| Yeah, I’ve got big plans tonight
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| I been waitin' all day long
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| It’s become an old routine
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| Yeah, girl, since you been gone
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| It’s Friday, you know where I’ll be
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| Gonna stop by that old bar when I’m on my way back home
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| Gonna fill up that old jukebox with all our favorite songs
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| Order up a couple whiskeys, sit down in our corner booth
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| Lookin' back is all that I look forward to
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| Yeah, I know there’s a dozen parties
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| And people say that I should go
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| But I got a dozen reasons
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| Why I keep sayin' no
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| I, I’m pretty busy tonight
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| Gonna take out your old sweater, get a hit of your sweet perfurme
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| Got a box of our old pictures I gotta get to flippin' through
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| Crawl in that empty bed and, and just start dreamin' 'bout you
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| 'Cause lookin' back is all that I look forward to
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| Yeah, I know it’s crazy, kinda sad
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| Why we feel so good to hurt this bad
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| Gonna stop by that old bar when I’m on my way back home
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| Gonna fill up that old jukebox with all our favorite songs
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| There ain’t no use in lookin', I’ll never find another you
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| No, lookin' back is all that I look forward to
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| Lookin' back is all that I look forward to
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh |