Your poker face ain't fooling nobody, nobody here
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We've all felt the flame and she'd those same tears
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Driving home to a one man hell, still counting years, still counting years
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Hey brother we're all learning to love again
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'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open
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Standing in places no picture contains
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That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying
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Sing with the radio to song we can't name
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That was the real
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You saying, "Maybe I'm not too young to be a cowboy."
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Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
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Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
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Making up your bed that day on a foreign floor between foreign walls
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Thinking 'bout the words you'd say to a phone that never calls
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Feel the weight of your father's ring and all those dreams, and all those
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Dreams
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Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
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'Cause that was the real you running through the fields of gold wide open
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Standing in places no picture contains
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That was the real you, windows down, we could smell the mint fields crying
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Sing with the radio to song we can't name
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That was the real you saying, "Maybe I'm not to young too be a cowboy."
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Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
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Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
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I know you like I know my reflection
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Walking on the water 'cross an ocean of desire
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Everyone I know is looking for protection
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Trying to pull your hometown 'cross a telephone wire
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'Cause that was the real you standing there in the shape of your body
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Fear don' know no love when we're all the same
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That was the real you looking back across the water
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Tears falling like rain, drops rippling against the shame
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That was the real you singing hallelujah, looking down a barrel
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Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
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Hey brother, we're all learning to love again
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Learning To Love Again
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| Mat Kearney |
