Spin you around and ’round this dance floor. Get you drunk on a love like mine. – Morgan Wallen

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Drowned in a vat of whiskey... Oh Death, where is thy sting? ― W.C. Fields

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Can turn this parking lot into a party – Morgan Wallen

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Does it ever make you sad to know that was seven summers ago? – Morgan Wallen

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Those nights, what I would give for one more. Bud lights and kissin’ on the front porch. – Morgan Wallen

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Chasin’ you like those goodbye tail lights. – Morgan Wallen

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Sign my life away to be the life of the party. – Morgan Wallen

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Every start has an end, every first has a last, every now has a then, every future has a past and sometimes you want it back. – Morgan Wallen

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What’s keepin’ me up all night is knowing what’s keepin’ you up all night. – Morgan Wallen

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Good whiskey, bad decision. – Morgan Wallen

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