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I wouldn't say I didn't see her coming |
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A light that bright's hard to miss in a place that dark |
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She said yes to a drink while her fingers fumbled |
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With a cross on a chain that was swinging above her heart |
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When the morning sun set the midnight sky on fire |
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She left me like a thief not knowing what she took |
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I wish trouble always looked that good |
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I wish trouble always looked that good |
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I was still a little nervous when I got the courage to call |
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That bright red number she'd written on the back of my hand |
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A bottle of wine rode shotgun with a rose |
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While I was driving cross town thinking about turning back |
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Now there's a porch light burning a hole right through my windshield |
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There's a silhouette standing at the screen door waiting for me |
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I wish trouble always looked that good |
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I wish trouble always looked that good |
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I know a million reasons not to go where I'm headed |
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Oh but when she smiles I can't even think of one |
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I wish trouble always looked that good |
