| You left me cold in Kentucky
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| With a warm glass of whiskey at night
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| And I’ve been told I was lucky
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| But I didn’t play my cards just right
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| You’ve got me tripping, slipping, coming undone
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| Burning bridges, healing stitches all in good fun
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| Tripping, slipping, coming undone
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| Baby oh baby hold on
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| You had me falling for you but your words were dead
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| Now you’ve got me right on the edge
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| Who knew after all this time
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| I’ll be headed for a goodbye
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| You leave me high on your memories
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| That lead me to a broken home
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| We would fight till we’d make up
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| We weren’t making love
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| We were tripping, slipping, coming undone
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| Burning bridges, healing stitches all in good fun
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| Tripping, slipping, coming undone
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| Baby oh baby hold on
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| You had me falling for you but your words were dead
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| Now you’ve got me right on the edge
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| Who knew after all this time
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| I’ll be headed for a goodbye
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| Tripping, slipping, coming undone
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| Burning bridges, healing stitches all in good fun
|
| Tripping, slipping, coming undone
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| Baby oh baby hold on
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| You had me falling for you but your words were dead
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| Now you’ve got me right on the edge
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| Who knew after all this time
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| We shoulda known after all this time
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| I’ll be headed for a goodbye |