| I don’t wanna get used to the way your mouth moves, love
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| I don’t wanna stop, honey it’s hot, and I can feel you
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| When I ain’t up to love somethin’s mother
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| If I ain’t up to be somethin’s father
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| If I don’t wanna live in my skin
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| Cut me out! |
| Jesus, make me stronger or have a little heart
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| I don’t wanna get lost in the wind
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| Rollin' down the river, hopin' that you’re comin' home late
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| I don’t wanna get stuck in your sun
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| Blinded just a little, Lord, I know your mama relates
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| And if I get used to you…
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| You know that you have been loathsome, too
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| I don’t wanna get lost in the wind
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| Rollin', rollin', rollin'
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| I don’t wanna get used to the way that song sounds
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| ‘Cause some Texas girl at a funeral’s been breakin' me down
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| I don’t wanna get used to you, used to you, used to somehow
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| Mama, it feels like I’m used to you, used to you somehow
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| Well
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| I don’t wanna get lost in the wind
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| Rollin' down the river, darkness at the edge of my brain
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| I don’t wanna get stuck in your sun
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| Fried up on your griddle, can’t you hear me beggin' for rain?
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| And if this is losin' you
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| Feels like my guts have done split in two
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| I don’t wanna get lost in the wind
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| Rollin', rollin', rollin'
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| Why you always howlin' at me when I been feedin' you right?
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| You’re my little petunia, mama, but it’s been a long night
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| C’mon, get prowlin', I don’t want you around!
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| Oh, somethin’s crawlin' under my skin!
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| I don’t wanna get stuck in your sun
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| Fried up and little, why you gotta do me again?
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| And if this is losin' you
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| You know that I have been
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| You know that I have been lonesome
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| And sometimes I get lost
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| Rollin', rollin', rollin'… |