Maybe you know nothin'
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But I sure as hell know somethin' 'bout a mother's son
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Oh and starin' at the face
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I'm tracin' lines across the same space as the older one's
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Now I look out my window
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Petrified by everything I've done
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So when I look at you baby
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Tell me you know just where I'm comin' from
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A thousand years of searchin' for the one
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Hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up
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Tore the lines, tore the lines
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And hey baby, of course the course of horsin' tore the lines up
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Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines
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Well, now I'm a fan of photographs
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And all those dated members hangin' in my tree
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Oh, if you read grangpa's letters
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Put together, sugar, you'd know why you hang with me
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But I look out my window
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Petrified by everythin' I see, yeah
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And when I look at you baby
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Somethin' seems to whisper home to me
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A thousand years so what's a thousand three?
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Hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up
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Tore the lines, tore the lines
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And hey sugar, of course the course of horsin' tore the lines up, yeah
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Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines
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Everyone that loves each other
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Loves their brother right
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And when the time comes to tear that line up
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That's when I'll show you, that's when love's alive, yeah
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And hey, yeah, tonight we sorta kinda tore the lines up
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Tore the lines, tore the lines
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And hey baby, of course the course of horsin' tore the lines up, yeah
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Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines up
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Tore the lines, tore the lines, tore the lines up
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Tore the lines up, hey
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Tore The Line
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| Tyler Hilton |
