Song | Nothing Short Of Dying |
Artist | Travis Tritt |
Album | It's All About To Change |
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作词 : Tritt | |
(Travis Tritt) | |
I should've told her more I loved her | |
I should've spent more time at home | |
But should haves really aren't important | |
Since the fact is now she's gone | |
I wish I'd listened to my conscience | |
When it said 'don't let her go' | |
And if she's wondering how I'm doing | |
Well, I think she oughta know | |
(That/And) I find myself praying | |
More than I ever did before | |
And I find my heart is breaking | |
Each time her memory slams the door | |
And I find myself crying | |
And trying to hold on | |
'Cause there ain't nothing short of dying | |
That's worse than being left alone | |
I thought I'd be just fine without her | |
I'd be happy a free man | |
But the hurtin' side of lonesome | |
Is what I didn't understand | |
And the lessons that I'm learning | |
Lord, I'm learning awful well | |
'Cause nights I used to spend in Heaven | |
Have been replaced by nights of Hell | |
Repeat Chorus | |
There ain't nothing short of dying | |
That's worse than being left alone |
zuo ci : Tritt | |
Travis Tritt | |
I should' ve told her more I loved her | |
I should' ve spent more time at home | |
But should haves really aren' t important | |
Since the fact is now she' s gone | |
I wish I' d listened to my conscience | |
When it said ' don' t let her go' | |
And if she' s wondering how I' m doing | |
Well, I think she oughta know | |
That And I find myself praying | |
More than I ever did before | |
And I find my heart is breaking | |
Each time her memory slams the door | |
And I find myself crying | |
And trying to hold on | |
' Cause there ain' t nothing short of dying | |
That' s worse than being left alone | |
I thought I' d be just fine without her | |
I' d be happy a free man | |
But the hurtin' side of lonesome | |
Is what I didn' t understand | |
And the lessons that I' m learning | |
Lord, I' m learning awful well | |
' Cause nights I used to spend in Heaven | |
Have been replaced by nights of Hell | |
Repeat Chorus | |
There ain' t nothing short of dying | |
That' s worse than being left alone |
zuò cí : Tritt | |
Travis Tritt | |
I should' ve told her more I loved her | |
I should' ve spent more time at home | |
But should haves really aren' t important | |
Since the fact is now she' s gone | |
I wish I' d listened to my conscience | |
When it said ' don' t let her go' | |
And if she' s wondering how I' m doing | |
Well, I think she oughta know | |
That And I find myself praying | |
More than I ever did before | |
And I find my heart is breaking | |
Each time her memory slams the door | |
And I find myself crying | |
And trying to hold on | |
' Cause there ain' t nothing short of dying | |
That' s worse than being left alone | |
I thought I' d be just fine without her | |
I' d be happy a free man | |
But the hurtin' side of lonesome | |
Is what I didn' t understand | |
And the lessons that I' m learning | |
Lord, I' m learning awful well | |
' Cause nights I used to spend in Heaven | |
Have been replaced by nights of Hell | |
Repeat Chorus | |
There ain' t nothing short of dying | |
That' s worse than being left alone |