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Texty

I was walking through the rubble of a Saturday night On the edge of some pitiful aimless fight Thinking of a wrong how to make it right I guess I'm missing how we used to be When all we had to think about was you and me Every time I think about leaving I break down and cry Cry cry cry We could do a little dancing on Saturday night Get the juices flowing oh my my my my Suddenly it's January I've lost time You know that we could at least but try Thought we were home and dry Home and dry Home and dry Home and dry You'll say we're ok Then you bottle me up, son Come what may You'll say we're ok Then you bottle me up, son Come what may May as well call it a day You'll say we're ok Then you bottle me up, son Come what may You'll say it's ok Then you bottle me up, son Come what may may May as well call it a day Home and dry Home and dry Home and dry Home and dry Home and dry Home and dry Home and dry I guess I'm missing how we used to be When all we had to think about was you and me
Writer(s): Tracyanne Campbell, Daniel James Coughlan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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