Most Good Things Do

Intro: 
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Yeah, there's something about that blue sky 
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And the wings on a blue butterfly as it flies past my window 
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Then there I go, falling down like a domino back where I tend to go to 
 

 
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An evening ride through the countryside, to a dandelion on Valentine's 
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To crickets cryin' a lullaby underneath the Alabama moon 
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It's hard movin' on when it all reminds me of you 
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Hell, to tell the truth, most good things, most good things do 
 

 
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When I think of the things that I miss 
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Like the breath underneath of a kiss 
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As it floats off into the past, I want it back 
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So I let the whiskey take me back to 
 

 
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An evening ride through the countryside, to a dandelion on Valentine's 
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To crickets cryin' a lullaby underneath the Alabama moon 
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It's hard movin' on when it all reminds me of you 
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Hell, to tell the truth, most good things, most good things do, most good things do 
 

 
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Most good things don't last forever, end too damn soon 
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When you think of me, I hope it brings you back to 


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An evening ride through the countryside, to a dandelion on Valentine's 
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To crickets cryin' a lullaby underneath the Alabama moon 
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It's hard movin' on when it all reminds me of you 
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Yeah, to tell the truth, most good things, most good things do, 
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Most good things do