Well, I can feel your heartbeat when your lying by
Saturday night shes fancied up, love of her lifes come
Sitting in this lonely room surrounded by my friends
Empty liquor
[Verse 1]
I'm a little bit lazy
Get a little bit crazy
There's
So your boots, theyre old and dusty & lying down
Well I got my quarters for the jukebox and your
Rise in the morning shakin wits from your head
Cussin that
Stuck in the middle of a world that was so
Said you wanna stand there,
With your arms around me...
But I
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