| Ooo, yeah, yeah, yeah…
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| Chloe don’t know better
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| Chloe’s just like me, only beautiful
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| A couple of years difference (Her trouble lovin' is different?)
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| But those lasses never learn and you know
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| Chloe danced the tables in the French Quarter
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| She’s always been given so I can’t always make her laugh
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| But I’m proud to say and I won’t forget
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| The time spent laying by her side, oh yeah, yeah
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| The time spent laying by her side, oh yeah, yeah
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| Dreams like this must die
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| And a dream like this must die
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| Dream like this must…
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| You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
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| Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
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| Talkin' to my alter, life is what you make it
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| And if you make it death well rest your soul away
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| Away, away, yeah child
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| It’s a broken kind of feeling she’d have to tie me to the ceiling
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| A bad moon’s a comin' better say your prayers, child
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| I wanna tell you that I love you but does it really matter?
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| I just can’t stand to see you dragging down, again
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| Again, my friend again, oh yeah
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| So I’m singing
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| And this is my kinda love
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| It’s the kind that moves on
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| It’s the kind that leaves me alone, yes it does
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| And this is my kinda love
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| It’s the kind that moves on
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| It’s the kind that leaves me alone
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| I used to treat you like a lady now you’re a substitute teacher
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| This bottle’s not a pretty, not a pretty sight, yeah
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| I owe the man some money so I’m turnin over honey
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| See Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time, oh yeah
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| And this is my kinda love
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| It’s the kind that moves on
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| It’s the kind that leaves me alone, yes it does
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| And this is my kinda love
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| It’s the kind that moves on
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| It’s unkind and it’s unkind and
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| It’ll leave me alone, yeah
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| Like a crown of thorns
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| It’s all who you know, yeah
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| So don’t burn your bridges woman
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| Cause someday, yeah
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| Kick it!
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| And this is my kinda love
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| It’s the kind that moves on
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| It’s the kind that leaves me alone, yeah
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| And this is my kinda love
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| It’s the kind that moves on
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| It’s unkind and it’s the kind that
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| Baby i said com' on, com' on, com' on
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| Com' on yeah I said baby don’t burn your
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| Bridges woman |