| No one could ever say we lacked in passion
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| Truth is we were burning like a flame
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| Looking back, I couldn’t tell you when it happened
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| Has it been 20 years, or 20 days
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| Should’ve picked her over whiskey
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| Layed down my foolish pride
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| I know it felt different when she kissed me
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| I guess I’ve never been a kiss goodbye
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| Well I’ve tried other women
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| They never felt the same
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| But I think what hurts the most is knowing I’m to blame
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| And I wish that I could change it
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| And it wouldn’t be this painful
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| 'Cause the truth is that the devil had no business runnin' with an angel
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| Well your eyes are like a north Alabama sunset
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| And your smiles like Florida in the Spring
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| I keep on booking shows, but you ain’t come yet
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| Even though you’re in every song I sing
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| Can’t say I don’t deserve it
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| For putting you through hell
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| People keep asking if it was worth it
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| I tell them this, it’s still to soon to tell
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| Well I’ve tried every whiskey
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| From Jim to Jack to Crown
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| But losing you is the only thing that burns me going down
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| And I wish that I could change it
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| And it wouldn’t be this painful
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| 'Cause the truth is that the devil had no business runnin' with an angel
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| Truth is you’re better off alone
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| And the best thing I can do is let you go
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| Holding you was heaven, but losing you was hell
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| I should’ve known the devil had no business, runnin' with an angel
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| Runnin' with an angel
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| Runnin' with an angel |