| Bourbon bottles, closing times, stubborn pride, and planes
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| Bright lights, big cities, they’re all good Band-Aids
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| Took me a while to understand
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| Always workin', staying busy, wastin' money and time
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| I had my reasons staying single and never thought I’d find
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| Someone to make me change
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| But it takes a good woman to fix a heart
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| No good run of crazy heals your broken parts
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| The turn of her smile, the sound of her laugh
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| That reaches the edges and pulls you back
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| Just wish I’d have known right from the start
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| It takes a good woman to fix a heart
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| Now maybe, it’s the high from the way that she walks
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| Or what she does to me when she stares across
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| This midnight, string lights, bourbon toast
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| All I know is
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| It takes a good woman to fix a heart
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| No good run of crazy heals your broken parts
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| The turn of her smile, the sound of her laugh
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| That reaches the edges and pulls you back
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| Just wish I’d have known right from the start
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| It takes a good woman to fix a heart (Oh)
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| Some lessons you learned from the pages you turn
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| From the roads that you walk and the scars that you earn
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| I built a few walls, I prayed that they’d fall
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| And the one thing I’ve seen after seeing it all
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| It takes a good woman to fix a heart
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| No good run of crazy heals your broken parts
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| The turn of her smile, the sound of her laugh
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| That reaches the edges and pulls you back
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| Just wish I’d have known right from the start
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| It takes a good woman
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| It takes a good woman
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| It takes a good woman to fix a heart
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| To fix a heart |