Lyrics:
Get 'em out by Friday
You don't get paid 'til the last one's well on his way
Get 'em out by Friday
It's important that we keep to schedule, there
know why
All I want is for your love to be all mine
But the angels won't have it
All I want is just a little peace of mind
But the angels won't
every mirror
For a trace of yesterday
But the air it holds no traces
Where the eagles were flying
I'm haunted by the skyline
The concrete
heard Nique had died in that crash
Seemed like yesterday I just seen him smile and laugh
I'm stressing over little shit
When I should be happy I can
They
yesterday
And I woke up hating myself, trying to think of anything i could say
Oh can't you stay, just little bit longer? I'm not sure but I'll try to be
I've been cherishing
Through the perishing
Winter nights and days
A funny little phrase
That means
Such a lot to me
That you've got to be
With me
As I was walkin' down rub-a-dub square
Not a chill to the window but a little to the air
From another direction she was calling my eye
It could be
didn't think it could be done
In the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle
I woke up on the roadside
Daydreamin' 'bout the way things
and lonely when you're king of the mountain
All by yourself
The first year in Denver, we were as happy as we could be
The good times I remember, we loved
didn't think it could be done
In the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle
I woke up on the roadside
Daydreamin' 'bout the way things
if you'd be my Cyrano
and send to her a tune I know
that she would send her mind
so take a little time and
Write one for me
If I could have
Well, I'm from the Midwest
I know enough to cut a path
Around a wood chipper
And be careful
Of any conversation
A man starts by callin' you
to eat crow
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast
baby, I got the wintertime blues
I could cut a hole in the floor
Catch you a fish by a quarter to four
But I'm stuck up this mountain where I got
Some guys do nothing but complain
Someone to take on a walk by the lake
Lord, let it be me
Someone who's shy
Someone who'll cry at sad movies
I know I
the breaks
Some guys do nothing but complain
But if you were here with me
I'd feel so happy I could cry
You are so dear to me
I just can't let you say
named her Little Goodnight
Now Little Goodnight she couldn't sleep too well, uh-uh
And every night half the neighborhood could hear Jim and Mary tell
the clear blue sky and the deep blue sea.
That was when the best things in life were free.
Then time went by and now I got plenty of plenty,
Which is
it a Misses or is it miss, eh
If you're by yourself I'd like to take you for a ride
We could check the scene and reggae down, and we'll be singin'
So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
So deep in the swirl with the most
you would be over me by now?
So you go sleepin' with them clowns, they are no relief
She spoke her piece, I know, capisce
So love must be let go,
I don't want to break up your happy home
Baby I don't want to be alone
So let me jump in the zone
Can't you feel the Jones
[Chorus]
[Verse 3
the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
'Cause I'm not fine at all
I
I'm not rusty
It's passed noon, he should be here soon
Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon
All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hooves
Sounds
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