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For me, this thing called love was nonsense
Stupidity of those who stare at the moon
Thinking about someone who doesn't deserve attention

But your gaze met mine straight on
My hand trembled and sweat ran down my forehead
A precise shot that hit the heart
Now I listen to a country song
And not even eight seconds pass and I'm already on the ground

Oh my goodness
She didn't hold back
When she saw me, she spurred on

She marked with a hot ember
Even a tough guy feels the time to surrender
It's like moonshine in the veins, it makes you dizzy but deep down we like it