| Turn down the lights and turn up the A. C
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| Hold me close when it gets cold
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| Stuck in between lovin' and lonely
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| Stuck in between lines on the road
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| And it might have been the whiskey
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| Might have been the wine
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| Might have been the moonshine
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| In her eyes
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| It might have been bad luck
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| It might have been love
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| Or maybe just a good time
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| It probably was
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| Wake up scared at six in the morning
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| Reach out to see if you’re still there
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| And these motel rooms are always the same scene
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| I remember a time when I still cared
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| And it might have been the whiskey
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| It might have been the wine
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| It might have been the moonshine
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| In her eyes
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| And it might have been bad luck
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| It might have been love
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| Or maybe just a good time
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| It probably was
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| Catch me when I’m fallin' down
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| Fallin' all apart
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| Try to pick myself back up
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| But I don’t know where to start
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| Turn on the lights, turn off the A. C
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| Pack my bags, it’s time to go
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| Stuck in between leavin' and lonely
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| Stuck in between lines on the road |