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Dustin Lynch

The World Ain't Yours And Mine

 

The World Ain't Yours And Mine

(album: Tullahoma - 2020)


Whatever we got going on between us here, I don't hate it
The way we're looking at each other, there's no taking it back
Just had to say that
It's like we got the perfect Saturday night situated
Let's burn the weight of the worry away without striking a match

It feels like we've got
Diamonds in our pockets
Radio playing Rocket Man
You spinning, headlight dancing
Act like you don't give a damn
That the paint on my Pontiac's faded
That's got me thinking baby maybe we'll make it
Till the stars die and time spreads its wings and flies
And the world ain't yours and mine like it is tonight

We ain't ever gonna run down a dream unless we chase it
And there's nobody I would rather be running it down with than you
Sitting under this moon
Whiskey in a thermos up under the seat
Pass a cigarette while this little town sleeps
No matter how long this lasts between me and you
It'll end too soon 'cause

It feels like we've got
Diamonds in our pockets
Radio playing Rocket Man
You spinning, headlight dancing
Act like you don't give a damn
That the paint on my Pontiac's faded
That's got me thinking baby maybe we'll make it
Till the stars die and time spreads its wings and flies
And the world ain't yours and mine like it is tonight

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah

It feels like we've got
Diamonds in our pockets
Radio playing Rocket Man
You spinning, headlight dancing
Act like you don't give a damn
That the paint on my Pontiac's faded
That's got me thinking baby maybe we'll make it
Till the stars die and time spreads its wings and flies
And the world ain't yours and mine like it is tonight

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

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