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Rascal Flatts - These Days lyrics
Hey baby, is that you Wow your hair got so long Yeah, Yeah I love it I really do Norma Jean, ain't that the song we used to sing in the car Drivin down town, top down makin' the rounds Checkin out the bands on Loreni Ave. Yeah life throws you curves But you learned to swerve Me I swung and I missed And the next thing you know I'm reminissin' Dreamin old dreams Wishin old wishes, like you would be back again I wake up in teardrops that fall down like rain I put on that old song We danced to and then I head off into my job Guess not much has changed Punch the clock, Head for home,Check the phone Just in case, Go to bed, Dream of you Thats what I'm doin' these days Yeah thats what im doin' Someone told me, after college You ran off to Vegas and married a rodeo cowboy Wow that ain't the girl I knew Me I've been a few places Mostly here and the once or twice Still sortin' out life but I'm doin all right Yeah it's good to see you too Well hey girl your late And those planes don't wait But if you ever want to come back to this sleepy town Promise me you'll stop in to see an old friend But until then I wake up in teardrops that fall down like rain I put on that old song We danced to and then I head off into my job Guess not much has changed Punch the clock, Head for home,Check the phone Just in case, Go to bed, Dream of you Thats what I'm doin' these days Baby, I wake up in teardrops that fall down like rain I put on that old song We danced to and then I head off into my job Guess not much has changed Punch the clock, Head for home,Check the phone Just in case, Go to bed, Dream of you Thats what I'm doin' these I wake up in teardrops that fall down like rain I put on that old song We danced to and then I wake up in teardrops that fall down like rain I put on that old song We danced to and then |
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