You were a pain, girl
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A thorn in my side
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Drove me insane, girl
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A white knuckle ride
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So why do I go lookin' through old photographs
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Chase you down the hallway of our checkered past
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Hold on for dear life and keep the fire fed
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I ought to let go but instead...
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It's like I'm pressing on a bruise
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Cause if it still hurts
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Right now that's all I've got left of you
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Everybody knows that just makes it worse
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But still I do
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I could start a new life
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I could move on
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I could do a drive-by
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And see if you're home
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Now there's a fine fine line between a memory
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And something any shrink would call an injury
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But it's not over long as you're still hurting me
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And as I turn onto your street
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It's like I'm pressing on a bruise
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Cause if it still hurts
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Right now that's all I've got left of you
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Anybody knows that just makes it worse
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But still I do
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Still I do
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Still I do
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Still love you
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She's the kind of girl put your world on hold
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Lock the house and you check your phone
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Gave up the ghost and the ghost keeps holdin' on
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You run from the sun but she cursed the rain
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Lost her love so you nurse the pain
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Going on and on and on
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Singing that same song
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But she's comin' along
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[?]
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Can't just let it heal
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The broken heart and the bitter taste
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No I can't just let it go
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You light it up cause she'd burn you down
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Can't just let it heal
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Smokin' those memories [?]
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It's like I'm pressing on a bruise
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Yeah that's the thing about love and pain
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Pressing On A Bruise
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| Brad Paisley |
