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Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you |
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Took you home set you on the counter |
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Oh, at least a time or two |
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Maybe she'd thought it through. |
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Yellow sunset slowly dipping down in the rear view |
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Oh, how she'd love to sit and watch you |
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I could have done that a whole lot more |
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If I hadn't been so stubborn, been so selfish |
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Thought about her more, thought about me less |
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Joked and maked her laugh, held her when she cried |
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A little more that.. maybe I... |
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Wouldn't be driving like hell flying like crazy down the highway |
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Calling everyone we know stopping any place she might be |
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Going any place she might go beating on the dash |
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Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face |
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If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeaa maybe... |
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She wouldn't be gone.. she wouldn't be gone.. |
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She warned me it was coming said if I didn't change |
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She was leaving |
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I just didn't believe she would ever really walk out, |
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God, I believe her now |
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Called her mamma, cried like a baby to her best friend |
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If they've seen her, they ain't sayin, they ain't sayin... |
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Now, I'm cursing like a fool, praying it ain't too late |
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All I wanna do is fix my mistakes. |
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Find her beg her for one more try, until then damn it I"ll.. |
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Be driving like hell flying like crazy down the highway |
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Calling everyone we know stopping any place she might be |
| [02:09.60] |
Going any place she might go beating on the dash |
| [02:14.29] |
Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face |
| [02:18.98] |
If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeaa maybe... |
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She wouldn't be gone.. |
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I wouldn't be beating on the dash |
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Screaming out her name at the windshield tears soaking up my face |
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If I had loved her this much all along, maybe maybe, yeaa maybe... |
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She wouldn't be gone.. |
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Red roadside wild flower if I'd only picked you |
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Took you home set you on the counter, oh at least a time or two |
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Maybe she'd thought it through... |