| Drivin' through the road work, oh, the work they took forever on
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| The road cones blur like mem’ries of the miles we shared between
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| The place you learned to say your prayers, the place I took to prayin'
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| Loadin' in and breakin' down my road dog door deal dreams
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| Long before we ever met, I made up my direction
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| Long before I knew the half of half I’m sure of now
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| Though I’d say it ain’t the way that you’d have gone about it
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| You follow me and lead me on and never let me down
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| So I’ll love you 'til my lungs give out, I ain’t lyin'
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| I’m all your’n and you’re all mine
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| There ain’t two ways around it
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| There ain’t no tryin' 'bout it
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| I’m all your’n and you’re all mine
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| Fried morels and fine hotels and all that in the middle
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| Every bite and curtain drawn, I wanna taste with you
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| Goddess in my Days Inn pen, the muse I ain’t refusin'
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| The part of me that ain’t around I’m always talking to
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| So I’ll love you 'til my lungs give out, I ain’t lyin'
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| I’m all your’n and you’re all mine
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| There ain’t two ways around it
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| There ain’t no tryin' 'bout it
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| I’m all your’n and you’re all mine
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| So I’ll love you 'til my lungs give out, I ain’t lyin'
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| I’m all your’n and you’re all mine
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| There ain’t two ways around it
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| There ain’t no tryin' 'bout it
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| I’m all your’n and you’re all mine
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| No, there ain’t two ways around it
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| There ain’t no tryin' 'bout it
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| I’m all your’n and you’re all mine |