| I can see the sky for miles, I can see that time so clear
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| When you told me «forever» was a word that I should not fear
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| I can see you driving and smoking, Virginia Slims on the dash
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| On that day I was crying, you stopped the car, looked back
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| You said
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| «Boy, get the message, this ain’t no New York City
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| Born and bred in West Texas, raised you to be different
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| No matter how it ends, no matter all your sin
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| I hope you will understand
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| When I leave, you better be a good man»
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| I can see that house in the summer, baseball in the yard
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| And when my knees got bloody, you told me keep playing hard
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| I remember mass on Sundays, collared up to the ten
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| You were so damn faithful, even if it all was a mess
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| And in those years that we weren’t speaking
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| When I was drinking for some meaning
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| You called me on the phone and then you said, hey
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| «Boy, get the message, this ain’t no New York City
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| Born and bred in West Texas, raised you to be different
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| No matter how it ends, no matter all your sin
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| I hope you will understand
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| When I leave, you better be a good man»
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| «You better be a good man»
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| And it’s so hard to imagine what I’ll do without you here
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| As you gaze your eyes towards mine, tell me to wipe away those tears
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| You say Jesus loves you, always will, no matter what you did
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| And in that moment, I’m a kid again
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| You said
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| «Boy, get the message, this ain’t no New York City
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| Born and bred in West Texas, raised you to be different
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| No matter how it ends, no matter all your sin
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| I hope you will understand
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| When I leave, you better be a good man»
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| «You better be a good man» |