When you give it up for gone but you're still digging in the mine
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And you're staring out the window saying everything will be just fine
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In keeping with the whole affair every word seems out of line
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No matter what angle you get it's polished til it shines
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You take a guess where I stand; pick a number from 1 to 2;
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Take a look at the back of your hand; just like you know it, you know me too
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When you say who the hell am I living with? What just went down?
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Where did this come from, why are all my colors faded brown?
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When did he change? What's with the rage?
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Who's the dude with the extra roll, what's the verse, the line, the chapter, the page?
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You take a guess where I stand; pick a number from 1 to 2;
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Take a look at the back of your hand; just like you know it, you know me too
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You think you're lost without any place left to go
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Like you need one of those kisses long and slow
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At first glance it's not what it seems but there's some things that I just know
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Like you take 2 sugars with a splash of cream
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You take a guess where I stand; oh pick a number from 1 to 2;
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Then take a look at the back of your hand; just like you know it, you know me too
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Yeah like you know it, you know me too; just like you know it... you know me too.
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The Back of Your Hand
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Dwight Yoakam |