| So I’m heading off to find myself a new face
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| I’m sick of staring at these thick red lines
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| Trust the second thought, the first is a dirty liar
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| The kind who’ll kick out all your good friends
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| When you’re out of love, out of heart, out of whiskey
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| You’re out of courage, out of kicks, out of cares
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| But all your past kisses they sting like near misses
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| I’m tempted to drop my guard just so you can plant one on
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| But I’m stubborn as a thirsty mule being led to a clear pool
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| Everyone’s moving on and I’m still stuck on you
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| I ain’t gonna write no more love songs
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| Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
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| It’s a dangerous game to play
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| This crippled old Matador is still seeing red you know
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| Going toe to toe every time he sees a bull
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| And every single blow reminds him of a youthful tune
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| Every single fall is a certainty he’s clinging to
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| I ain’t gonna write no more love songs
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| Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
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| It’s a dangerous game to play
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| I guess we said it all
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| So disconnect the phone
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| First night on my own
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| I’m not thinking of you
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| I guess we said it all
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| So disconnect the phone
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| The first night on my own
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| I’m not thinking of you
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| I ain’t gonna write no more love songs
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| Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
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| I ain’t gonna write no more love songs
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| Cause they will stay after you’re long gone
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| It’s a dangerous game to play
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| (I like the fast ones anyway) |