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By Gary Allan, Ooh ooh ooh ooh, sorry
Ooh ooh ooh ooh, sorry
Well, I
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By Gary Allan, She was cool, she was hot
She was smokin' a lot
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By Gary Allan, I just got back from hell
And I'm standin' here alive
I
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By Gary Allan, Every man has to come to a crossroad somewhere along
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By Gary Allan, Well, I ain't too sure about this so called trial
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By Gary Allan, I'm out here everyday
Breakin' hearts along the way
I cause tears
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By Gary Allan, I threw our rings into a box
Filled with broken memories
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By Gary Allan, I live in my own world on 18 wheels
Playing music
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By Gary Allan, I remember the smile on her face
When I put you
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By Gary Allan, Things are tough all over and I'm losin' badly
I wish
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By Gary Allan, I see you here, night after night
All by yourself in
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By Gary Allan, The day that we met
I'll never forget
Was the luckiest day
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By Gary Allan, Well they say nothin' lasts forever honey, I've got news
Whoever
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By Gary Allan, We are not in a position to display these lyrics
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By Gary Allan, Now love is pouring through the windows
Comin' through the door
I
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By Gary Allan, Of all the hearts
In this big ol' world
Please tell me
Why
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By Gary Allan, By now I really should be over you
But I might
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By Gary Allan, Used heart for sale
Scratched and dented but it runs real
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By Gary Allan, Used to sleep through the night peacefully
Not a care in
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By Gary Allan, And I'm the center of attention in this bar room
'Cause
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By Gary Allan, I think I saw ol' Santa
Through my window Christmas
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By Gary Allan, A hundred cups of coffee,
Five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles
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By Gary Allan, I've got a quarter in my pocket won't you tell
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By Gary Allan, I've got a quarter in my pocket won't you tell
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By Gary Allan, Verse:
It's hard describing a heartache, because its a one of
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By Gary Allan, Well, they say he knows whose been naughty or nice
And
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By Gary Allan, Willie Johnson was locking up his store Monday night
And someone
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By Gary Allan, Oh holy night! The stars are brightly
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By Gary Allan, Bells will be ringing the sad, sad news
Oh, what a
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By Gary Allan, There's a plane flyin' outta here tonight
Destination new orleans
Boss man
