| I heard you like to go out late at night
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| Dance around the amber of the southern lights
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| Knew you were home by the creak in the floor
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| Your foot silhouette under a bedroom door
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| Driving me home at 7 AM
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| Hand in mine like a heaven sent hymn
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| Moving and shaking like the ramblers do
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| After getting through the days
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| I never thought I’d get through
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| You bring heaven down to me
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| Coarse it through my blood as I breathe
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| I bet the Angel’s jealous of a girl I know
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| She takes my stain and makes me
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| White as snow
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| White as snow
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| I hear Jesus makes sin white as linen
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| Like the sheets that we’re in
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| And your teeth when you’re grinnin'
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| Take it away and you give it to God
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| Like the night you dumped out
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| All the liquor I bought
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| And there’s a way the grass smells
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| On a summer night
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| When it’s freshly cut the moisture’s right
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| It’s nights like these in the August heat
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| I think the Devil’s just another boy I can beat
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| You bring heaven down to me
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| Coarse it through my blood as I breathe
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| I bet the Angel’s jealous of a girl I know
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| She takes my stain and makes me
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| White as snow
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| White as snow
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| You bring heaven down to me
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| Coarse it through my blood as I breathe
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| I bet the Angel’s jealous of a girl I know
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| She takes my stain and makes me
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| White as snow
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| White as snow |