| We argued over whether I could buy that Chevy
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| That Silverado sitting in the drive
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| She would always given when we’d fight about religion
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| Even though, Lord knows, that she was right
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| From politics to picture shows
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| And music on the radio
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| What we could and could not afford
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| Well, I may have won the battles but I still lost the war
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| And every time we’d disagree
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| And it got down to her and me
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| It was always me who got his way
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| Now, sittin' here I’m lookin' back
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| The only thing I see is that
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| The time for lookin' back’s a bit too late
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| And I’m thinking as she’s walking out the door
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| I may have won those battles
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| But I still lost the war
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| So many times she’d ask me
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| Just to meet her halfway
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| But in my mind there was no compromise
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| And it kills me to remmeber all the times when she’d surrender
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| Never showin' me a single tear she creid
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| And as I watch her walkin' out
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| I’m left here to figure out
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| What it was that I was fightin' for
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| I may have won those battles
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| But I still lost the war
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| (Repeat Chorus)
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| Now sitting here I’m looking back
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| The only thing I see is that the time for looking back’s a bit too late
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| I’m thinking as she walking out the door
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| I may have won those battles
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| But I still lost the war
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| (Tag)
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| I may have won those battles
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| But I just lost the war |