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Paroles
(I can't keep cruising to the usual, seeing you is breaking my heart)
(You made a small town...)
You know what they say about a breakup in a town this size
Everybody and their mama's gonna pick their sides, so you and I
We might as well draw a line right through the middle of our friends
'Cause we both got our reasons 'bout why it had to end
But baby how do you split
The kind of town that you blink and you miss
Well the truth is you can't, the truth is you don't
There's only so many spots I can hit that you won't
And only so many roads, ways I can go
To get to work and to church
And then sneak my way back home
Yeah you took this one-horse, two-lane
And baby made me think
It ain't big enough for both of us any longer
I'm looking around, and girl somehow you shrunk it down
And you made a small town smaller
Mm, how do you act like you don't see someone when you lock eyes
And how do I have a good time on a Friday night with the guys
When I look up across the bar and there you are (and there you are)
You're hanging on some out-of-towner's arm
You're putting on a show
Well how do you let that go
The truth is you can't, the truth is you don't
There's only so many spots I can hit that you won't
And only so many roads, ways I can go
To get to work and to church
And then sneak my way back home (yeah you)
Yeah you took this one-horse, two-lane
And baby made me think
It ain't big enough for both of us any longer
I'm looking around, and girl somehow you shrunk it down
And you made a small town
Smaller than the number on a population sign
Smaller than the chance that I thought you'd say goodbye
How do I make right where we went wrong
And do what you did and move on
'Cause the truth is you can't, the truth is you don't
There's only so many spots I can hit that you won't
Only so many roads, ways I can go
To get to work and to church and sneak my way back home
You took this one-horse, two-lane
And baby made me think
It ain't big enough for both of us any longer (both of us)
I'm looking around, and girl somehow (somehow)
You shrunk it down
And you made a small town smaller
You made a small town smaller
(Baby made me think it ain't big enough)
It's like I can't go anywhere, I can't go anywhere
(I can't keep cruising to the usual)
(Seeing you is breaking my heart again)
Woah (cruising to the usual and seeing you is breaking my heart)
Writer(s): Blake Bollinger, Jordan Walker, Nate Kenyon
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