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Text: Chasing Monroe. Other. Exit Signs.


The exit signs and rest stops are the perfect vacation
As the carpet in this Chevy starts to feel like home.
And the city names are starting to get a little strange.
But in many years the mirror hasnt shown me such a face.
Well is this love? Is it love? Is this love

Mother shes got eyes I thought I never could see, and theyd make a sailor swim home.
If loves a snake then let it sink its teeth in, cause I already know.

You might say Im a youngn, but I still know what love is.
And this is it he whispers while she slips her hands into his.
He turns to her and smiles, wider than a mile,
But little know does little man hell need more than his guile.
Cause this is love. Yeah its love. Finally love.

Mother shes got eyes I thought I never could see, and theyd make a sailor swim home.
If loves a snake then let it sink its teeth in, cause I already know.

Hey you mark these right out of my lips.
If you take this away then thats just it.
You there mark these words out of my mouth
If you take this away then Im just out.

Mother shes got eyes I thought I never could see, and theyd make a sailor swim home.
If loves a snake then let it sink its teeth in, cause I already know.
Chasing Monroe