| Diamond rings and old barstools
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| One’s for queens and one’s for fools
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| One’s the future and one’s the past
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| One’s forever and one won’t last
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| It ain’t like midnight and cigarette smoke
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| It ain’t like watered down whiskey and Coke
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| I guess some things just don’t mix like you hoped
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| Like me and you
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| And diamond rings and old barstools
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| The wrongs and rights, the highs and lows
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| The «I love yous,» the «I told you sos»
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| Past few miles to wherever’s home
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| Another morning waking up alone
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| It ain’t like midnight and cigarette smoke
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| It ain’t like watered down whiskey and Coke
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| I guess some things just don’t mix like you hoped
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| Like me and you
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| And diamond rings and old barstools
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| We ain’t like midnight and cigarette smoke
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| Nothing like watered down whiskey and Coke
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| I guess some things just don’t mix like you hoped
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| Like me and you
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| And diamond rings and old barstools |