This old Buick's like a needle on a compass
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Pointed due west
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I remember her smile like June sunflowers
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And the look of her body as she slipped out of that dress
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God, I'm such a mess
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Never a mornin' person, but that girl's still in bed
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The sheets are tanglin' - her little arm is danglin'
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The last dream from her pretty head
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I told her I was leavin'
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She didn't believe the words I said
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I ain't ever goin'
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I ain't ever goin'
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I ain't ever goin'
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Back there, again
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She'll put on her makeup and drink from her tea cup
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Glance at that silver frame
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See, I took our picture and then it'll hit her
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She'll cry out with pain
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Maybe, whisper my name
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[Repeat Chorus]
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No one's gonna make me
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Nothing's gonna take me
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I ain't ever goin'
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Back there, again
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Now, don't blame her mama - for makin' me promise
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Don't come around here, no more
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She said, "maybe your life's gone to hell
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But, that's a tour of duty she didn't sign up for"
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When you can't save yourself, you save somebody else
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Maybe that's how you survive
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I'm runnin' away so she don't have to see
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A life in slow-motion suicide
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You throw in the towl - they call you a coward
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Tell ya - fight, don't cut and run
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I ain't no hero, but the truth is I know
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It's the bravest thing I've ever done
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The hardest part is knowing what we could have
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Shoud have become
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I ain't ever goin'
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I ain't ever goin'
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I ain't ever goin'
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No one's gonna make me
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Nothing's gonna take me
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I ain't ever goin'
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Goin'
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To break her heart, again
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Back There Again
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Blake Shelton |