It ain't like midnight and cigarette smoke
It ain't like watered down whiskey and cokeI guess some things just don't mix like you hopedLike me and youAnd diamond rings and old barstools
The wrongs and rights, the highs and lowsThe "I love you's, " the "I told you so's"Past few miles to wherever is homeAnother morning waking up alone
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