(Pat Bunch/Doug Johnson)
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I got a "Dear John" letter in the mail just the other day
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I opened it up and there wasn't much left to say
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A bus ticket, plane ticket, train ticket
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There's about a hundred ways to leave
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It ain't her goodbye, it's her gone that's killin' me
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'Cause I'm here to tell you
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If I learned one thing about love
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It ain't the fall that gets you
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It's the sudden stop that does
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Well I wasn't gonna take this broken heart laying down
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So I jumped up, cranked up and headed for the lights of town
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In a bright red drop dead tight dress she said, "Honey come on in"
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And head over high heels, here I go again
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'Cause I'm here to tell you
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If I learned one thing about love
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It ain't the fall that gets you
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It's the sudden stop that does
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Red light green light seat belt real tight
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I'm headed straight for the wall
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Goin' ninety miles an hour well I'm gonna risk it all
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'Cause I'm here to tell you
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If I learned one thing about love
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It ain't the fall that gets you
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It's the sudden stop
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It ain't the fall at all
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It's that sudden stop
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It ain't the fall that gets you
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It's the sudden stop that does
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Sudden Stop
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| Mark Wills |
