Oh, God, He made the moon
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But you're the one that hung it and put your picture on it
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Oh, fire, it's burning blue
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A match might of spread it, but you're the one that fed it
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(Ooh)
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No, I don't regret it
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(Ooh)
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Damn right, I said it
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Ain't a thorn I wouldn't take to come out smelling like a rose
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Ain't a hell I wouldn't face to breathe you in like a-hickory smoke
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I've gone hole-in-the-pocket broke 'cause loving you comes with a price
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You're my dead-end red dirt road and I'm living for the ride
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Oh, night, it grows so cold
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A lotta darkness to it, but we cut right through it
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Oh, time, it's quicksand cruel
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And like the final grain in the hourglass, we'll be holding on like fools
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Ain't a thorn I wouldn't take to come out smelling like a rose
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Ain't a hell I wouldn't face to breathe you in like a-hickory smoke
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I've gone hole-in-the-pocket broke 'cause loving you comes with a price
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You're my dead-end red dirt road and I'm living for the ride
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(Ooh)
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I see your soul in a shadow
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(Ooh)
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From the heavens to the gallows
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Ain't a thorn I wouldn't take to come out smelling like a rose
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Ain't a hell I wouldn't face to breathe you in like a-hickory smoke
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I've gone hole-in-the-pocket broke 'cause loving you comes with a price
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You're my dead-end red dirt road and I'm living for the ride
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And I'm living for the ride
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