She was like a brand new song on an old guitar
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Supernova in a Mason's jar,
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Every boy in town wanted to show her around
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And as the dirt road Finch cuts the king
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Beating along this American dream
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Right out the trunk when she showed up
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She had a fire sat in her faraway eyes
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And I just knew where to take her that night
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We got high on top of that bridge
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We could see for miles, past the corn and the cotton, and the River bridge
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When the sun went down, there she was
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Shinning like a big old sky full of diamond dust,
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I'm a cigarette burnin' slow on a summer night
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She's city lights!
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She's like a broken heart you can't wait to have,
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The shooting star that falls to fast
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Try holding on, it's already gone
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I searched that radio low and high
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Tryina find a song that make a memory by
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And I did alright, for a small town guy!
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But even in my old town I knew
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I'd never shine this bright as her city lights do
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We got high on top of that bridge
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We could see for miles, past the corn and the cotton, and the River bridge
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When the sun went down, there she was
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Shinning like a big old sky full of diamond dust
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I'm a cigarette burnin' slow on a summer night
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She's city lights!
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We got high on top of that bridge
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We could see for miles, past the corn and the cotton, and the River bridge
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When the sun went down, there she was
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Shinning like a big old sky full of diamond dust
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I'm a cigarette burnin' slow on a summer night
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She's city lights!
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She's city lights!
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She is my city lights, city lights
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She is my city lights, city lights
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She is my city lights, city lights
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She is my city lights, city lights
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City Lights
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| Tim McGraw |
