| 21. Miranda Lambert - Oh, California |
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I met him on the edge of a good bye i was standing there with no where left to fly i was young but never green a little wiser than my time it seemed...
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| 22. Miranda - Yo Te Diré |
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Yo te diré lo que podemos hacer, amemonos a escondidas nena, estemos donde nadie nos ve, hagamos de nuestro amor el secreto más profundo y que lo...
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| 23. Miranda Lambert - Love's Looking For You |
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Maybe you're just jaded from some nobody's unforgotten words Maybe you're just faded, a little gray from every time that you've been hurt So you're...
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| 24. Miranda Lambert - Between You And Your Memory |
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Keep trying to fight it am i lost or misguided seems like everything lately is making me mad is it you that i'm missing or just someone to listen...
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| 25. Miranda Lambert - What In The World |
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What in the world is happening to me I've already tried to shake your memory I don't know why it is I can't get over you cus' honey you ain't worth...
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| 26. Miranda Lambert - Love Your Memory |
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I don't want to see you or feel you I don't want to look into your eyes I don't want to touch you or miss you I just want to love your memory tonight...
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| 27. Miranda Lambert - Somebody Else |
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Highway 65 sure sounds kinda nice. I feel like drivin somewhere far away. Got the top rolled down, radio up loud. Playin Willie and Old Gay. Well I...
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| 28. Miranda Lambert - Easy From Now On |
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There he goes gone again Same old story's gotta come to an end Lovin' him was a one way street But I'm gettin' off where the crossroads meet It's a...
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| 29. Miranda Lambert - Dry Town |
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Well the road was hot and flat as a ruler Good hundred miles between me and Medulla That violet top wasn't gettin' no cooler I stopped at a quickie...
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| 30. Miranda Lambert - Witchita Falls |
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Alone in a booth, in the Pioneer Cafe I'm strung out from the road, a pillow in my hands I sip the last straw from a cold cup of coffee and try to...
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| 31. Miranda Lambert - Last Good-bye |
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Used to stay for hours, and listen to the rain. You'd hold me on the porch swing, while our troubles washed away. And Daddy'd come and get me, girl...
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