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Last Call
01:56
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I'm drinking to remember
Way past drinking to forget
If I cut out all the bad times
There would be so little left
Give me one more round, bartender
And I'll chase it with regrets
'Cause it'll be last call real soon
Hell, I'm drinking to remember
Hey mister, don't ring that bell
Give me one more shot of whiskey
I'm a half a mile from hell
In the morning if I wake up
Ah, the stories I'll have to tell
But tonight ain't over yet
I've stumbled past self-pity
Sought and swallowed all regrets
I've owned more than my fair share of this
So don't you dare forget
How I never saw it coming
Never had a second guess
That the words you said meant nothing
But I still wish you the best
(whoa..oh...oh...)
I'm drinking to remember
Way past drinking to forget
If I cut out all the bad times
There would be so little left
Give me one more round, bartender
And I'll chase it with regrets
'Cause it'll be last call real soon
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2. |
Forgotten Hearts
01:15
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She said,
"Take me back, just for tonight
lie to me, say we'll be alright
Lay me down, taste my skin,
say you love me once again..."
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3. |
Casualties, casually...
05:28
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She takes me back to that September
A love had just grown cold
Last thing I wanted to remember
Were the lies we told
I swore I'd never fall for someone
But love came easily
Trapped in this loss of innocence
I lost the best of me
So far away
So far away from here
Older habits may die hard
But your new ones never will
Take what's left of this broken man
Who wasn't yours to kill
That bitter silence, always so cold
And left out in the dark
Shattered by your simple words
That cut right to the heart
Those words you say
Those words you say like,
"Fuck you", "I hate you", and "Never again"
They were so hollow at one point, now their resonance
Is defeating, they're screaming, and echo down the halls
To the chambers of my heart, so I put up these walls
To defend me, or what's left of the man that I once was
But reflections in mirrors show nothing but the scars
Left from the battles of a life that once was only ours
And all that's left when the dust settles
Are casualties of broken hearts
We are one and the same
We are never gonna change
We are living, hearts are dead
From the lies and awful things that we said
Things like,
"Fuck you", "I hate you", and "Never again"
They were so hollow at one point, now their resonance
Is defeating, they're screaming, and echo down the halls
To the chambers of my heart, so I put up these walls
To defend me, or what's left of the man that I once was
But reflections in mirrors show nothing but the scars
Left from the battles of a life that once was only ours
And all that's left when the dust settles
Are casualties of broken hearts
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4. |
Dizzy
02:29
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Did we start off on the wrong note
Or is there something I am missing?
You used to be, so happy
Now I'm left missing those days
I remember when you said,
"Even if the mountains were high,
and the oceans are wide,
nothing could stand in the way
of our love."
Now I'm not sure
You've got me running in circles
Looking for answers
To questions I don't know
Things used to be so clear
Now my vision is blurry
And I'm not sure which way to go
I said, "I can't go because I know
exactly where this is leading."
You said if I want, we could give it some time
'Cause that's all that's on our side
Is that really all that's left on our side
Well I'm not sure
You've got me running in circles
Looking for answers
To questions I don't know
Things used to be so clear
Now my vision is blurry
And I'm not sure which way to go
You said, "Just come with me
and everything will be alright."
You said, "Just take my hand
and together we will make it
through the night."
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It may have been the stars and how they lined up in the skies
It may have been the stars and how they shined in your eyes
It may have been your man and the way he holds your hand
Or maybe it's just something I'll never understand
But you got me believing
Believing in this feeling
I'm feeling indescribable
I'm feeling undeniable
I knew it at first sight
I never thought I'd be so blind
I never felt this way before
So can you tell me
Can you tell me
Why is loving you so wrong?
And I know you've got your house, your car, and your kids
Yeah, I know you've got your man and that diamond ring
And I know you've got that quote unquote security
But I know it's me that you dream of when you sleep
But you got me believing
Believing in this feeling
I'm feeling indescribable
I'm feeling undeniable
I knew it at first sight
I never thought I'd be so blind
I never felt this way before
So can you tell me
Can you tell me
Why is loving you so wrong?
Queen's got her castle and queen's got her king
She's got everything she wants
But she don't got what she needs
And you've got me believing
Believing in this feeling
I'm feeling indescribable
I'm feeling undeniable
I knew it at first sight
I never thought I'd be so blind
I never felt this way before
So can you tell me
Can you tell me
Why is loving you so wrong?
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6. |
Go On...(live acoustic)
03:32
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7. |
Anything (live acoustic)
03:40
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