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The Tennessee promise still loves the Texas lie,
The light was green, 950 like your eyes.
I never thought Id get out of this get out of this
Last years near miss is todays sure hit
Im still breaking limbs in this
Looking at how the pieces fit
Darling chase, darling cleanse
The chill of whitest breath might win,
Cling to the worries of your boy
Call midland home
Hit another,
Hit another one for me.