| I miss the time you loved me when you actually did
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| When I was just a wild haired messed up kid
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| You told me that I smell like Pabst and spirits
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| You’d give anything at all to be anywhere near it
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| You grow so fond of things meant to be free
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| What if letting go is what’s killing me
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| I’ve never felt this beat down before
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| Soon as I’m back up I’m coming back for more
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| And I hope you find, whatever it is you need
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| Leave it behind, the wreckage of you and me
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| And I pray you go, back to Oklahoma
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| So I can head back home and be the
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| Man that’s never known ya
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| Well, I’d have move the mountains roped every damn star
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| To have the slightest idea who you actually are
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| One more moment of you laying right here
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| I wrote you songs that you’ll never hear
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| Started out feeling like a damn rebirth
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| Till the laughing stops and you lose your worth
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| You question it all when you lie in your bed
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| Cause you can’t take back any love you give
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| And I hope you find, whatever it is you need
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| Leave it behind, the wreckage of you and me
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| And I pray you go, back to Oklahoma
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| So I can head back home and be the
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| Man that’s never known ya
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| Well, I hope you find, whatever it is you need
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| Leave it behind, the wreckage of you and me
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| And I pray you go, back to Oklahoma
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| So I can head back home and be the
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| Man that’s never known ya |