It's about fifteen hundred miles to California,
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They'll get there Friday if they leave tonight,
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She sneaks out at three thirty in the morning,
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Leaves a note so she won't see her daddy cry.
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He cuts the engine when he coasts in the driveway,
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She slides in and gives him one kiss for the road,
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No friends and no family, no job out there waiting,
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The whole town will call them crazy but they gotta go.
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Cause when you're young and in love, yeah,
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You might do some things that don't seem all that smart,
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Cause there ain't no greater distance
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Than the eighteen inches from your head to your heart, yeah.
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They can barely make rent on a rundown apartment,
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She's waiting tables and he's a valet,
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They're behind on the bills and the car's barely running,
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But he buys a ring with the tips that he's saved.
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When you're young and in love, yeah,
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You might do some things that don't seem all that smart,
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Cause there ain't no greater distance
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Than the eighteen inches from your head to your heart.
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Last thing they need is another mouth to feed, but they won't call,
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They're just kids themselves but that's gonna change in nine more months,
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She wakes him up at three thirty in the morning,
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Ready or not their new life's gonna start,
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Seven pounds and eighteen inches,
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The doctor lays that new baby's head right on her heart.
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When you're young and in love, yeah,
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You might do some things that don't seem all that smart,
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But thank God for those eighteen inches,
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The distance it is from your head to your heart, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Eighteen Inches
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| Lauren Alaina |
