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Whiskey
03:31
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I doubt that you’ll think of me
When lovers pass you by
I doubt that you’ll dream of me
When your sleeping tonight
That was never like you
That was never like me
We were nothing like
We thought we would be
It’ll be the whiskey
That makes you miss me I bet
It’ll be the paper
That you find under your bed
The last song we wrote
Where every note was a stollen kiss
You’ll close your eyes
And see mine and miss me I bet
I doubt that I’ll fall for you
Again one day
And I doubt that I’ll call you up
Out of the blue to say
That was never like you
That was never like me
We were nothing like
We thought we would be
It’ll be the whiskey
That makes you miss me I bet
It’ll be the paper
That you find under your bed
The last song we wrote
Where every note was a stollen kiss
The last song we wrote
Where every note was a stollen kiss
Oh my stars I wished so hard
For you to be the one to tie my tongue
Oh my gods I prayed so hard
For you to be the one to keep us young
But that was never like you
That was never like me
We were nothing like
We thought we would be
It’ll be the whiskey
That makes you miss me I bet
It’ll be the paper
That you find under your bed
The last song we wrote
Where every note was a stollen kiss
You’ll close your eyes
And see mine and miss me I bet
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2. |
Oh My Miss
03:40
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Oh my miss how can I be
On my own please remind me
We got this you and I see
Side by side harmonizing
Oh oh oh
Oh whats this where’d your voice go
Left me hear singin alone
Now hows this a bit less lonesome
You and me playin love songs
Oh oh oh
Maybe it’ll hit you like a lightning bolt
Or does love grow so slow
It doesn’t seem to matter how it began
But I thought you’d like to know
Well oh my baby I get so crazy
When I’m left all alone
I need somebody to call me honey
And help me sing my songs
Then you come round and all I’ve found
Is we fit like a glove
So oh my darlin I think we’re startin
To call our music makin love
To call our music makin love
Oh my miss here’s what we’ll do
Start a band sing our dreams true
Now like this I’m right with you
Makin love notes they dance to
Oh oh oh
Oh whats this looking I see
Empty streets passing by me
Now hows this two pairs of feet
Step by step skippin heart beats
Oh oh oh
Maybe it’ll hit you like a lightning bolt
Or does love grow so slow
It doesn’t seem to matter how it began
But I thought you’d like to know
Well oh my baby I get so crazy
When I’m left all alone
I need somebody to call me honey
And help me sing my song
Then you come round and all I’ve found
Is we fit like a glove
So oh my darlin I think we’re startin
To call our music makin love
To call our music makin love
To call our music makin love
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3. |
Flowers
02:55
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The flowers, the flowers seem to be
Slowly sipping sunshine
And blowing out the breeze
The hours, the hours seem to be
Tick tock ticking time flies
Slow it down for me
When night falls
And the air grows colder
Close my eyes
Wake up one day older
The mothers, the mothers seem to be
Counting all their blessings
Knowing that they’ll leave
The lovers, the lovers seem to be
Twist and bound together
Winding themselves free
When night falls
And the air grows colder
Close my eyes
Wake up one day older
One day older
Wake up see the time
So much on my mind
Lately it seems
I can’t find the
Time to slow it down
Breathe in let it out
Take a look around
And I notice
The flowers, the flowers seem to be
Slowly sipping sunshine
Slowly sipping sunshine
Slowly sipping sunshine
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4. |
Some Dreams
03:18
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Ran myself to debt
Chasin down my dreams
Thought I’d make a million dollars
Before I slept out on the street
But here I am a drinkin
Sleepin on the floor
My dreams are up too far ahead
And I can’t run no more
My dreams are up too far ahead
And I can’t run no more
My legs have grown too weak
My lungs they heave and burn
But my minds racing backwards
Over things I never learned
Down and out and on my back
Guitar my only friend
I write this song to tell myself
To get back up again
I write this song to tell myself
To get back up again
But oh to my surprise
I told myself a hundred times
I’ll be fine it just takes time
For some dreams to realize
Don’t stop runnin now
Push on through the final round
Too many fall and hit the ground
Right before that buzzer sounds
Inspiration versus doubt
Are nearly toe to toe
It looks like this ones comin down
To the final blow
With black around my eyes
Blood drippin from my lips
I can only strike the strings
Hoping its a hit
I can only strike the strings
Hoping its a hit
But it had me on the ropes
Oh it nearly knocked me down
My doubt it was a punchin hard
The dream was fifteen rounds
Then fear decides to drop it’s glove
And show his ugly chin
My muse she throws an uppercut
To come in for the win
My muse she throws an uppercut
To come in for the win
But oh to my surprise
I told myself a hundred times
I’ll be fine it just takes time
For some dreams to realize
Don’t stop runnin now
Push on through the final round
Too many fall and hit the ground
Right before that buzzer sounds
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5. |
Like This
02:39
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I wake up in the morning
She’s draped across my back
I ask her for a cup of joe
And she just answers back
I’m dying on the inside
Aint it plain to see
That everything I give to you
Is everything I need
The distance grows between us
So we go for a walk
I ask her what the problem is
But she refuse to talk
I try my best to fix it
It only makes it worse
If she’s dying on the inside
I guess I drive the hurst
Oh hey hey Oh my my
Pumpkin pie how can I
Sing a song to cheer you up
Put that coffee in your cup
Just like whiskey in your veins
I blur the lines and change the game
Like this
I, I, I don’t know
Why I’m jumping off them highs
And sliding down them lows
All I wanna do is fly
The breeze won’t blow
I try my best to hide
I guess it shows
Oh hey hey Oh my my
Pumpkin pie how can I
Sing a song to cheer you up
Put that coffee in your cup
Just like whiskey in your veins
I blur the lines and change the game
Like this
Oh hey hey Oh my my
Pumpkin pie appears that I
Sang a song to perk you up
Put that coffee in your cup
Cheers to this happiness
Lets end this song, end this song
With a (kiss)
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