| Maybe you know nothin'
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| But I sure as hell know somethin' 'bout a mother’s son
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| Oh and starin' at the face
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| I’m tracin' lines across the same space as the older one’s
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| Now I look out my window
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| Petrified by everything I’ve done
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| So when I look at you baby
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| Tell me you know just where I’m comin' from
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| A thousand years of searchin' for the one
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| Hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines
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| And hey baby, of course the course of horsin' tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines
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| Well, now I’m a fan of photographs
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| And all those dated members hangin' in my tree
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| Oh, if you read grangpa’s letters
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| Put together, sugar, you’d know why you hang with me But I look out my window
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| Petrified by everythin' I see, yeah
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| And when I look at you baby
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| Somethin' seems to whisper home to me
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| A thousand years so what’s a thousand three?
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| Hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines
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| And hey sugar, of course the course of horsin' tore the lines up, yeah
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| Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines
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| Everyone that loves each other
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| Loves their brother right
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| And when the time comes to tear that line up That’s when I’ll show you, that’s when love’s alive, yeah
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| And hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines
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| And hey baby, of course the course of horsin' tore the lines up, yeah
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| Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines up Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines up Tore the lines up, hey |