100 lyrics for "But I do, I do"

I feel our bodies getting colder And it's the road that leads to nowhere But all I want to do is go there She's got me, running from the daylight She gives me, a feeling that I can't fight Before we started it was over I'm not ready to start again And
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(Beat down) Bout to dance on it, bout to dance on it It's a party on your face, I'm about to dance on it You win some, you lose some But her it's her day It's a party on your face, an I'm about to dance on it Aoki she gon get it What you looking at? Do I
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But you, you can't say I ain't country You can say you don't like my truck You can say that I talk and I dress all funny You can say I drink too many longnecks That my edges are a little too rough You can call me a sinner 'cause I cuss on Sunday You can
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How the hell does a broken heart Teach itself to start Beating again ba ba ba ba Get back together when it's torn apart Don't you think it was hard? I didn't even say that you died But it wouldn't have been such a lie 'Cause then I started to cry Ba ba
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Peanut butter sandwich eatin' Watching the world go by Where I've done some beer crackin' Crying, praying, laughin' We can leave our cut offs and our cares Who knows what can happen I do all my dreamin' there I do my barber sinking Just talking to the
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(Oh yeah, oh yeah) One love, one love, one love, one love She don't really care Oh yeah, oh yeah But she don't really care Diamonds in the air She grew up in Bronx She want them diamonds in her ear Watch your step brother
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I just got paid I'm broke, but I'm ballin' Don't know where we're goin' We go in when we go out Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that I should grow up some day 'cause I got bills to pay I can't be waking up at someone else's place I know I drink too much,
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Oh, I'm just a girl I'm alone, on my own Oh, but life goes on Trying to find a place in this world And that's all I know, I'll be strong, I'll be wrong And that's all I know I don't know what I want, so don't ask me 'Cause I'm still trying to figure it
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Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met Losing him was blue like I'd never known But loving him was red Missing him was dark gray all alone Burning red Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street Faster than the
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