said when he was younger To a kid with a mullet that looked like his son To want and to try is the difference why Some people will walk and some run
Ribbons are flying out the window. As we drove down the interstate. Sex was something so brand new, It was hard as hell to wait. She made faces
Born from hippies back in '69 I was bored by 1992 I walked into a recruitment office a year before that Said 'son we've been waiting for you' Discharged
I'm not happy with myself these days I took the best pars of the script and I made them all cliches. And this red bandanas surely gonna fade Even
I woke up on Sunday morning With a shoe that was not mine Let the taxi on the corner drive away So I walked up Ponce de Leon With my lips all caked
me Don't wanna feel if i'm alive Don't wanna smell the bed where you used to sleep I'm gonna miss it again miss it again Just wanna walk away from
Now honey, dry your eyes. Get back in the car. There's no need to end it this way. That's what she said, when I shot off the head Of our love on
Well I left the town of sinners, redneck priests and meth lab stalls To find myself a few more just like me The options pretty skinny and the order
a cage You will be wishing now For any other girl Don't let the weight of her world Bring you down Don't let her walk in the room And turn you
Here comes the heartache The move out day Excuses for my friends Here comes the reasons I have to justify It's better in the end Here come the last
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Ribbons went flying out the window As we drove down the interstate Sex was something so brand new It was hard as hell to wait She made faces at the goddamn
Born from hippies back in sixty nine I was bored by 1992 I walked into a recruitment office a year before that They said, "Son, we've been waiting for
I'm not happy with myself these days I took the best parts of the script and I made them all cliche And this red bandanna is surely going to fade Even
Here comes the heartache, the move out date Excuses for my friends Here comes the reasons I have to justify It was better in the end Here comes the last
Now honey, dry your eyes, get back in the car There's no need to end it this way That's what she said when I shot off the head Of our love on that one
I woke up on Sunday morning With a shoe that was not mine Let the taxi on the corner drive away So I walked up Ponce De Leon With my lips all caked in
Don't wanna feel if I'm alive Don't wanna smell the bed where you used to sleep I'm gonna miss it again, miss it again Just wanna walk away from the
