My hands are possibly slipping
I may have lost what I
standing on high facing love try
what are you going to
This girl went home yesterday early
They all thought she was
I used to fall down and all your kindness kept
[Come on]
I wasn't there I guess [Come on]
I wrote down
I would've walked behind
I would've walked beside you
I would've told
Don't I hold you like you want to be held
And
Can I get you to turn
Your eyes from down on
Don't be surprised there once was a line
All scuffed up
We all want a second
Got an hour
Twenty-one year
We all want
I met a girl, I'd like to know better
But I'm
I was searching for zero today
I was pressing rewind and
What will you say when he comes home
Will you try
no one ever taught me how
to watch a television
like a
wait there i'll find my shotgun shells
and aim to blow
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