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Please pour me another drink |
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I have alot to think about |
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As she walks away |
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Hell is the August sun |
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Pounds over everyone |
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Like a drum - my head is the loudest one |
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But the girl, she loves me in the morning and at night |
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Please pour me another life |
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This one is going to die |
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And all this static isn't right |
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Your sandals are still at the passenger floor |
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Photographs aren't burned |
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Only stored on the highest shelf |
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Away from my life and away from my hell |
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But the girl, she loves me in the morning and at night |
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But the girl, she loves me in the morning and at night |
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I'd call you to sing into your ear |
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To hear the things I will never hear |
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As you breakaway and leave me with my fears |
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I'll stay put in this apple tree |
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Drinking the wine from my sleeve |
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Caus I miss making you smile |
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I miss making you smile |
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I miss making you smile |
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Is he making you smile? |
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Is he making you smile? |
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Even just a little while? |
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I miss making you smile |
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I miss making you smile |
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I miss making you smile |
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Is he making you smile? |
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Is he making you smile? |
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Is he making you smile? |
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Even just a little while? |
