After the breakup,
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I really thought we'd make up.
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Give her a little time, I'd be on her mind
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And suddenly she'd wake up.
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But today if you listen,
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Softly off in the distance,
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Somewhere 'cross town, you can hear the sound
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Of wedding bells ringing.
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And there's bird seed on the concrete,
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And she's waving goodbye
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And they're driving away
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And everybody cheerin' them on as the taillights fade
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Yeah she's really gone,
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I thought someday that would be me
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But now she's driving away in that limousine
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And I'm holdin' on
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Like a tin can on a string.
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Somewhere in my mind,
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I'm the one by her side.
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In that backseat, talkin' 'bout the beach
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And that honeymoon flight.
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I'd play the whole thing out,
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From the kids to the house,
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To the future that we always dreamed about.
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But there's bird seed on the concrete,
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And back here in reality
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She's driving away
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And everybody cheerin' them on as the taillights fade
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Yeah she's really gone,
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I thought someday that would be me
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But now she's driving away in that limousine
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And I'm holdin' on
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Like a tin can on a string.
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I thought someday that would be me
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But now she's driving away in that limousine
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And I'm not ready to let go of everything
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So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
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Like a tin can on a string.
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Tin Can On A String
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| Brad Paisley |
