Letra de Going, Going, Gone - Luke Combs

Some things in life are meant to fly

And others, they were born to run

You can't tie them up and leave 'em

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 home run 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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