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ترانه و شعر با صدای Luke Combs
Some things in life are meant to fly And others, they were born to run You can't tie them up and leavin' Like the changing of the seasons Good things, they come and then they go
Like a runaway Southbound train Like an Arizona desert rain Like lightning in the sky Like fireworks in July Like a left field homerun ball Like a whiskey shot at last call It's like she was made for moving on That girl is going, going, gone
I can say it wasn't meant to be But maybe meant to be is misunderstood I can't hold on to letting go Change the way the river flows Lovin' her's like roping in the wind
Like a runaway Southbound train Like an Arizona desert rain Like lightning in the sky Like fireworks in July Like a left field homerun ball Like a whiskey shot at last call It's like she was made for moving on That girl is going, going, gone
She ain't got one bit of stick around There's no sense in tryin' to slow her down
Like a runaway Southbound train Like an Arizona desert rain Like lightning in the sky Like fireworks in July Like a left field homerun ball Like a whiskey shot at last call It's like she was made for moving on That girl is going, going, gone
Going, going, gone Going, going, gone
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