on my table there's a cold fresh martini crumpled papers an old cigarette I spend my days pouring my life onto the pages tales of lost love and ancient regret
I still wear the locket you gave me for my birthday well I kept it though I'm really not sure why some days I swear I hear you singing through it to me a river of words I drink from when I'm dry
CHORUS so many reasons not to stay so many chances to walk away nothing sadder than nothing left to say I kept holding out hoping you might change you went on breaking my heart anyway yeah you I guess it's what you do
the Sunshine Inn motel outside of Houston matchbook said "the place it never rains" where you swore you would always be my songbird and I lost myself to you in those three days
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these days you'll find me down at Harry's it's a dive bar where I like to spend my time it's dark inside the food ain't much to speak of but it's peaceful and the people there are kindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
