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The Middle
03:38
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Quitting Kind
03:55
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If I wasn’t so damn hungover
I could think of the last thing I told ya
Mud on the rug, glass on the floor
I know I said I wouldn’t do this no more
Said I never would, Said I never would no more
Said I never would, Said I never would no more
Went to AA, it wasn’t for me
Just easier than saying I’m sorry
Watch me smoke my last cigarette
From the ashtray with those lost bets
Said I never would, said I never would no more
Said I never would, said I never would no more
If I could be the quitting kind
I’d drop your ass down the line
Turns out there’s a pretty big difference
In what you call love and makes my heart tick
Tick tick tick tick tick
Yeah you know me just got one story
Why mess around to change the ending
Saw that face through tangled hair
Oh how I wish you were never there
Said I never would, said I never would no more
Said I never would, said I never would no more
If I could be the quitting kind
I’d drop your ass down the line
Turns out there’s a pretty big difference
In what you call love and makes my heart tick
Tick tick tick tick tick
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Hot dog water and onion rings
Girls who want them diamond rings
I used to be a real son of a bitch
Acting better with the same old itch
It won’t be long, I’ll be all done with you
Run and dance with someone else’s blues
Cheap romance and county lines
Tricks you into small town life
Outside’s the world big as dreams
Too bad you don’t sleep more than a wink
It won’t be long, I’ll be all done with you
Run and dance with someone else’s blues
I ain’t long for this place, got too many days left to chase
Never could sit still and be, Am I afraid of being free?
What if it’s, what if it’s somewhere new?
Am I gone? Yeah Am I gone? Before I’m through
Eyes what dye that ocean blue
Yeah you know I’m talking bout you
Didn’t know fear before you breathed
Could you be my reckoning?
It won’t be long, I’ll be all done with you
Run and dance with someone else’s blues
I ain’t long for this place, got too many days left to chase
Never could sit still and be, Am I afraid of being free?
What if it’s, what if it’s somewhere new?
Am I gone? Yeah Am I gone? Before I’m through
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