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Chord Title
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Hands To Myself
I Look At You Like My Dog Sees The Back Screen Porch. Could There Be More. Could It Be Me As A Friend Holding You While The Weed Kicks In. Cards On The Table And Eyes On The Door. I Love You. But Not
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The Street
I Shouldve Just Left You Where I Found You. Instead Of Dragging You Home. My Mother Taught Me That A Stray Never Really Wants. To Sleep Alone. So I Keep A Spare Leash In The Front Seat Glove Box. Two