I should have spent tonight out finding some good ledge It's time to look at long shots, the cheap end of the wedge You used to hear our fights half a block away I'm wondering now which ones I could have lost to make her stay
I call a friend of mine and say haven't heard a thing The world has made you tired, wound down the driving spring He says you're still a child and I hope you never change But I can't jump at every chance that's moving out of range
Second hand slow now I don't know how Hours got right of way On the verge of a perfect day
The slate I got clean won't stay clean long And the love I got over won't stay gone But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on
Run the blacktop circuit, find the ethnic buys Who is going to love this place when the trade route dies Gassed to make the coast homes, roll the windows tight Young men it's not your concern where money spends the night
New top guns I say glad to shake your hand Lots don't get so lucky and luck is what will stand Find you've got no grip on anything that lasts All you party boys had best get serious and fast
Hearts at each side go High now then low What will make the race? Maybe leaving without a trace
The slate I got clean won't stay clean long And the love I got over won't stay gone But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on
The slate I got clean won't stay clean long And the love I got over won't stay gone But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on
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I should have spent tonight out finding some good ledge It's time to look at long shots, the cheap end of the wedge You used to hear our fights half a block away I'm wondering now which ones I could have lost to make her stay
I call a friend of mine and say haven't heard a thing The world has made you tired, wound down the driving spring He says you're still a child and I hope you never change But I can't jump at every chance that's moving out of range
Second hand slow now I don't know how Hours got right of way On the verge of a perfect day
The slate I got clean won't stay clean long And the love I got over won't stay gone But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on
Run the blacktop circuit, find the ethnic buys Who is going to love this place when the trade route dies Gassed to make the coast homes, roll the windows tight Young men it's not your concern where money spends the night
New top guns I say glad to shake your hand Lots don't get so lucky and luck is what will stand Find you've got no grip on anything that lasts All you party boys had best get serious and fast
Hearts at each side go High now then low What will make the race? Maybe leaving without a trace
The slate I got clean won't stay clean long And the love I got over won't stay gone But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on
The slate I got clean won't stay clean long And the love I got over won't stay gone But the pain of the slip through fingers lingers on
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