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You play your music, your fingers hit the notes. But I see a tan line where your ring goes. The magazines say you're a real man. You sing your love songs. Your lyrics, they're all talk. I see you watching the way she walks. You get away with it because you can.
Hey Mr. Money, you say that you walk the line. But I know you've been lying the whole time. You've got a girl in Nashville, a dealer in Memphis, and you've got a wife at home with the kids. Wherever you are, and whoever you're with, you've lost. I hope it was worth it.
You got your spotlight. You're the hottest news. Your fans, young girls looking up to you. They've named you, "Woman of the Year". You're on the big screen, and on every TV. But at the party, you're nowhere to be seen. You're in the bathroom, wiping away your tears.
Hey Mrs. Mistress, they say that you're sweet and nice. But I know, your heart is as cold as ice. He gave you your drugs and you gave him your ass. And it won't be long til the high has passed. Wherever you are, and whoever you're with, you've lost. I hope it was worth it.
Someone will always find the truth. And you're tying your own noose. When you're finished playing the part, will you be ready to restart.
We're all dreamers, who want to make headlines. And getting there is how we spend our time. We're not big on school and we're not big on rules and most people point and say that we're fools. Wherever we go, and whoever we meet, oh well. I hope that it's worth it.
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Cold World (Acoustic)
03:13
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Power's going out. Kill the lights. Better watch your back. They're coming out tonight. Make the final call, and send the final message. Hold your head up high. We're headed for the wreckage.
Stand tall, hold on tight. Don't buy the lies they're selling you. Stand tall, hold on tight. Don't let them split you up in two. Stand tall, hold on tight. Reach out, take your brothers hand. Stand tall, hold on tight. We'll make it to the promised land.
A shaky foundation, on a slippery slope. Throw around damnation, take away hope. Blood on the tile, blood on the leaves. This can be a cold world, with your heart on your sleeve.
Stand tall, hold on tight. Don't buy the lies they're selling you. Stand tall, hold on tight. Don't let them split you up in two. Stand tall, hold on tight. Reach out, take your brothers hand. Stand tall, hold on tight. We'll make it to the promised land.
It's our time now. Can't hold us down.
Stand tall, hold on tight. Don't buy the lies they're selling you. Stand tall, hold on tight. Don't let them split you up in two. Stand tall, hold on tight. Reach out, take your brothers hand. Stand tall, hold on tight. We'll make it to the promised land.
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Fingertips (Acoustic)
02:52
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I see you standing by yourself next to the fireplace. I wanna be your boy and you can be my great escape. You hit me with that smile, lips so red just like a rose. And then you kiss my cheek, and now I've gotta let you know.
That all I wanna do is wrap myself around your fingertips. I'll do anything you ask. You own me with the way you kiss. And I swear I'll follow you. Take my hand and lead the way. All I wanna do is wrap myself around your fingertips.
All the boys they say they want a girl who lets them do their thing. But I'm head over heels wishing you would wear my ring. When you say, "come home" I say, "I'm already on my way". My friends say I should run and there's no reason left to stay.
But all I wanna do is wrap myself around your fingertips. I'll do anything you ask. You own me with the way you kiss. And I swear I'll follow you. Take my hand and lead the way. All I wanna do is wrap myself around your fingertips.
All I wanna do is wrap myself around your fingertips. I'll do anything you ask. You own me with the way you kiss. And I swear I'll follow you. Take my hand and lead the way. All I wanna do is wrap myself around your fingertips.
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Cold Coffee (Acoustic)
03:49
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I still got it for you bad. Just come back. I'll give you love like you've never had. I think I learned my lesson. And I think I learned to listen. Just forget my first impression.
Would you please wear my ring? Or at least give me a ring? Or would you get your voice out of my head so I don't have to hear you sing?
I still got it for you bad. Those butterflies and all. And after all this time, I'm still waiting for your call. Color and composition, gone like an apparition. No digital transmission.
Would you please wear my ring? Or at least give me a ring? Or would you get your voice out of my head so I don't have to hear you sing?
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