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[Verse 1] Eleven years ago I didn't know what love could be, just a kid with dirty boots who couldn't spell "eternity." Then you walked in like a hurricane with bleach wipes in your hand, and somehow, girl, you cleaned the mess and made me half a man. You mop the floor at midnight like it owes you money, babe, you scrub the kitchen counter till there's nothing left to save. I leave my boots beside the door — you move 'em every time, but the way you roll your eyes at me? That's my favorite kind of crime. [Chorus] 'Cause it's been eleven years of crazy, eleven years of real, of fighting over nothing, then forgetting how to feel anything but grateful when you're sleeping on my chest — girl, this messy, loud, chaotic life — it's better than the rest. [Verse 2] Our six-year-old's a wrecking ball, leaves Legos on the stairs, the nine-year-old's a lawyer already — wins every fight, I swear. The house sounds like a circus and the walls are stained with juice, but I'd take this beautiful disaster over silence, what's the use? Saturday mornings, pancake wars, the kitchen looks like hell, syrup on the ceiling — honey, please don't ask me how it fell. You're screaming 'bout the footprints while I'm laughing on the couch, and the kids are building forts again from every towel in the house. [Chorus] 'Cause it's been eleven years of crazy, eleven years of real, of slamming doors at midnight, then a kiss to start to heal. Of two tornadoes dressed as kids who wreck everything in sight — but God, I wouldn't trade a single sleepless, screaming night. [Verse 3 — Florida Memories] We stood in Disney World like kids ourselves, the castle shining bright, the little ones were screaming, Mickey waving in the light. Then Epic had us soaking wet and laughing till we cried, and I looked at you through water drops and felt that rush inside. We walked through St. Augustine where the old world kissed the new, the cobblestones were whispering a love song meant for two. The kids ran through the fortress walls like pirates lost at sea, and you grabbed my hand and held it tight and said, "This — this is free." [Verse 4 — Tastes of Paradise] Dustin's barbecue was heaven — smoke and ribs and sticky hands, the kind of meal that makes a man rethink his whole life plans. Then Denny's in the morning, baby — coffee, eggs, and grace, the kids had syrup everywhere, and laughter filled the place. Beachside Pizzeria, that calzone changed my life, you stole a slice of my pizza, girl — eleven years my wife. We ate like kings for nothing, sand still stuck between our toes, and every single bite tasted like the life nobody knows. [Verse 5 — Sunsets, Sunrises, and Budweiser] But nothing — nothing, baby — touched those skies we saw out there, the sunsets burned like God took fire and painted through the air. And the sunrise? Almost traumatizing — gold and pink and blue, I stood there on the shoreline and I couldn't breathe from the view. Then evenings on the porch, a Budweiser cold and slow, the kids asleep, the crickets singing, nowhere else to go. Your feet up on the railing, stars were falling into place, and I thought: this is it — this is heaven — this is grace. [Bridge] And I keep dreaming 'bout that porch beneath a palm tree sky, where the sun sets every evening like God's painting us goodbye. A little house in Florida, the kids out catching frogs, you'd still be mopping floors, I know — just warmer, baby, that's the plot. What if we sold it all? What if we just drove south and stayed? What if this German winter was the last one that we played? 'Cause every time we leave that place, a piece of us stays back — on the sand, beneath the palm trees, on that porch, beside that track. [Final Chorus] 'Cause it's been eleven years of crazy, eleven years of soul, of putting back the pieces every time we lost control. From Denny's eggs to Disney dreams, from Dustin's smoke to shore — you're the reason, you're the answer, you're what all of this was for. (slower, spoken softly) So when you're scrubbing down the counter at 11 PM again… just know I'm standing in the doorway… with two Budweisers… thinking 'bout that porch… and falling in love with you… all over again.