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Beer Left In the Fridge

We can fight like holy demons And in the end, nobody won You ain't telling me we're over I'll tell you when we're done Just because we fight a bit We argue and we cuss I ain't set to call us done There's time still left in us I ain't going nowhere I ain't jumpin' off that ridge I ain't movin' out on you While there's beer left in the fridge I'll tell you when we're finished Though we argue just a smidge I ain't going nowhere While there's beer left in the fridge Sure, I done my cheating But I kept my fingers crossed I know that if I kept in on My ring would not be lost So I go and party But I always come back home It may take me a couple days But, I know where I belong I ain't going nowhere I ain't jumpin' off that ridge I ain't movin' out on you While there's beer left in the fridge I'll tell you when we're finished Though we argue just a smidge I ain't going nowhere While there's beer left in the fridge We always talk it over Once they let me out of jail I know that you still love me Or you'd not have paid my bail There's time for us to make up And there's time for us to fight So, three more beer or so And we'll see which will be tonight I ain't going nowhere I ain't jumpin' off that ridge I ain't movin' out on you While there's beer left in the fridge I'll tell you when we're finished Though we argue just a smidge I ain't going nowhere While there's beer left in the fridge

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