Here's to the corners yet to turn
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Here's to the bridges yet to burn
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Here's to the whole thing blown apart
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It's open season on my heart
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The days go by like flying bricks
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Leave gaping holes too deep to fix
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I'd just stay home if I were smart
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It's open season on my heart
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I can't blame anyone but me
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This reckless fool I've come to be
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My tired excuses just don't fit
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It don't look good from where I sit
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I've tried to change without much luck
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I reached the point where I get stuck
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I hit the streets and the fireworks start
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It's open season on my heart
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I can't be something that I'm not
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I can't give what I haven't got
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I don't know where or why or when
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I only know the shape I'm in
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So here's to the clown down in the mouth
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Here's to the whole thing going south
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My own true love's turned poison dart
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It's open season on my heart
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Here's turning heartaches into art
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It's open season on my heart
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Open Season On My Heart
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| Tim McGraw |
