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You're an early morning open-ended chat
I think you might kill me
Hell, I'd love to burn out like that
Yeah, you're stumbling down the street
Hey baby, you're wasted
Yet you're the kind of innocence I've never tasted.
Now you're crossing state lines
And I'm trying real hard to get over you
You never wanted me, and I wanted you to
I never held you tight, and I never tasted your lips
I thought I found heaven, and what kinda hell was this.
You're talking too loud in a crowded theater
I almost said too much
And you said, 'let's save the rest for later'
You're a black t-shirt end of that bar at 12 a.m.
I'm headed to work hungover, saying, 'I ain't ever drinking again'.
Now you're crossing state lines
And I'm trying real hard to get over you
You never wanted me, and I wanted you to
I never held you tight, and I never tasted your lips
Yeah, I thought I found heaven, and what kinda hell was this.
Well, you came so late, I swear you left so fast
You coulda been my future, and now you're my past
And I'm just some memory that, with each and every day, will fade
I'm sure you forgot me by the time your car hit the interstate.
Now you're crossing state lines
And I'm trying real hard to get over you
You never wanted me, and I wanted you to
I never held you tight, and I never tasted your lips
Yeah, I thought I found heaven, and what kinda hell was this.
Yeah, you looked like heaven, and what kinda hell was this
Yeah, you looked like heaven, and what kinda hell was this
What kinda hell was this
Yeah, you looked like heaven, and what kinda hell was this
What kinda hell, what kinda hell, what kinda hell, what kinda hell was this
What kinda hell was this.
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