I feel like the end is soo close…broken. lost..hurt..confused…
The moon comes up and the sun goes down, we find a little spot on the edge of town. Twist off, sip a little, pass it around, dance in the dust, turn the radio up and that fireball whiskey whispers temptation in my ear. It’s a feelin’ alright, Saturday night, and that’s how we do it ’round here.
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