No one thought that I'd jump off that rocky ledge
So
Every time that we touch
I feel like I've been touched
So
There must be a demon in that bottle
It's been stealing
I never thought this is how it would happen
Thought love
Give me this, give me that
Put it there, move it
You feel you're turning in circles
There's no end to that
She's been working all day, you'd never know
It's over now
(Kenny Beard/T. Mullins/Don Pfrimmer)
Brown paper bag, a new empty bottle,
I was moving in, moving in for the kill
Long about
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