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Well, I know you don't love me anymore |
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And I know that you no longer care |
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And I know if I showed back up at your door |
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Baby, I know I wouldn't have a prayer |
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Ha, ha, ha |
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But there's a little ol' place just down the road |
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Where the music's loud an' the beer is cold |
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For every thought of you, there's a shot or two |
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At my fingertips |
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Where, baby, what I know is easy to forget |
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There ain't nothing like a crowd of rowdy friends |
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To help a friend leave someone behind |
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Well, you memory can't catch up with me when I'm with them |
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Ah, but even if it does, at closing time |
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There's another little place just down the road |
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Where the music's loud an' the beer is cold |
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Where every thought of you there's a shot or two |
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At my fingertips |
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Where, baby, what I know is easy to forget |
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Yeah, I remember when you left |
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I recall you mad as hell |
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I know where you told me to go |
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Oh, but I went somewhere else |
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To this little old place just down the road |
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Where the music's loud and the beer is cold |
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For every thought of you, there's a shot or two |
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At my fingertips |
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Where, baby, what I ain't too hard to forget |
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Where what I know is easy to forget |
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(Yeah, this round's on me) |
