Looks like The King and 'Cilla
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got a little too drunk last night
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And we came in and it turned in
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to a Hank and Audrey fight
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You fixed my face up good
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and I broke everything in sight
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And as we coasted out on fumes
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in raised the light
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When you slipped your little hand in mine
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And it's them lady like things
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that make me go insane
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That turn me right around
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I fall in love with you again
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I wouldn't crave the golden days
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without the cold blue rain
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Like beauty spiked with pain
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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We've grown around each other
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right from the very start
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And the thorns that sting our side
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assure we won't be torn apart
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And when our coldest winter seems
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that it will never pass
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You usher in the summer wind
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with a singing of your laugh
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You put your little hand in mine
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And it's them lady like things
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that make me go insane
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That turn me right around
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I fall in love with you again
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I wouldn't crave the golden days
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without the cold blue rain
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Like beauty spiked with pain
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Your legs wind up around my heart
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Like life imitating art
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Two lovers strike poses
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Oh, like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Like tangled up roses
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Tangled Up Roses
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| Shooter Jennings |
