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[ti:Smoke] |
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[ar:Florida Georgia Line] |
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[al:Anything Goes] |
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Uh... |
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Laying back against this windshield |
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Parked out in this Georgia red field |
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This is where we burn our summer nights |
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Long little lipstick kisses on the hood of our tacoma |
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We were sailing free, going on free and wild |
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She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl |
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Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke |
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I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying |
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Me and my buddies and the guitar playing |
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Sipping on forties on Saturday night |
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Buzzing through a chorus of dixie land delight |
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High as the stars, in the milky way |
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Those summer days drifting away, |
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she'll always float |
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Back through my mind like smoke |
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July flames, october ashes |
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Summer skin and blue jean flashes |
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Strike a match and light a memory |
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We never said goodbye, |
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we let it fly into thin air |
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Tonight I'm a stone, |
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all along going up so strong I swear |
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I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying |
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Me and my buddies and the guitar playing |
| [02:00.60] |
Sipping on forties on Saturday night |
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Buzzing through a chorus of dixie delight |
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High as the stars, in the milky way |
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Those summer days drifting away, she'll always float |
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Back through my mind like smoke |
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She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot of jerry curl |
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Sparks were flying every time I smelled smoke |
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I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying |
| [02:48.36] |
Me and my buddies and the guitar playing |
| [02:51.18] |
Sipping on forties on Saturday night |
| [02:54.30] |
Buzzing through a chorus of dixie delight |
| [02:57.78] |
High as the stars, in the milky way |
| [03:04.20] |
Those summer days drifting away, |
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she'll always float |
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Back through my mind like smoke |
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Back through my mind |
