I forgot how much I love that smell
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Of the dirt fresh off the plow
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That tailgate rattle, tires on gravel
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I sure do love that sound
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And I cant believe I spend so many
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Years running from this
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Its slow and its small and its life outa crawl
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But its everything I miss
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Where we come from, where were going,
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How to live right here in the moment,
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How to love somebody, let them love you back,
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When to let it go and cry, when to lighten up and laugh.
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Slow it all down and take a long, deep breath
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Man, the things we forget...
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Well I pulled off that old river road
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and I looked back at my life
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At the long lost friends and the might-have-been
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loves I told goodbye
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Then I laid back on my truck hood
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and I pondered why were here
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If you stare long enough at the heavens above
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Man, it all gets chrystal clear
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Where we come from, where were going,
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How to live right here in the moment,
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How to love somebody, let them love you back,
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When to let it go and cry, when to lighten up and laugh.
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Slow it all down and take a long, deep breath
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Man, the things we forget...
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Where we come from, where were going,
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How to live right here in the moment,
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How to love somebody, let them love you back,
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When to let it go and cry, when to lighten up and laugh.
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Slow it all down and take a long, deep breath
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Man, the things we forget...
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Man, the things we forget...
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Yeah, the things we forget...
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The Things We Forget
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| Mark Wills |
