| Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa
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| It was used but it looked new
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| To a couple kids like me and you
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| So we threw it in the truck
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| And took the slow way home
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| We made out at every life
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| Found out the windows in our drive
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| Then we carried it to the kitchen
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| Where we christened it all night long
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| All those years soaked inside the maple
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| Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains
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| We left all the love we were able
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| On the kitchen table
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| Years have passed and now our love’s
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| Cold as the coffee in our cups
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| We sat here sipping since we try to work
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| This out
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| But if this faded table top could talk
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| It’d tell us, all we’ve got to lose
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| But it cannot so let’s remember now
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| All the blood, sweat and tears
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| All those years soaked inside the maple
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| Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains
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| Let’s leave all the love that we’re able
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| On the kitchen table
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| On the kitchen table
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| All those years soaked inside the maple
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| Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains
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| Let’s leave all the love that we’re able
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| On the kitchen table
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| Blood, sweat and tears
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| All those years soaked inside the maple
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| On the kitchen table
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| Passion and pain, cracks crashed in stains
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| Let’s leave all the love that we’re able
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| On the kitchen table |