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INTERPRÉTATION
Josh Hoge
Josh Hoge
Interprète
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Andrew Dorph
Andrew Dorph
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Marshall Altman
Marshall Altman
Paroles/Composition

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Drop the bottle to the floor I can't live like this no more. Tired of wondering, what might of been And who I still could be. Let the gun fall from my hand Shattered glass I'm gonna make a stand Time don't care about no one. I tried to be Butch Cassidy, But I could'ntshould shoot the bullets I could'nttake the pain. I had the chance to ride with sundance, But I could'ntbare the thought of you alone, so I'm coming home. Lock the door and lost the key You fell out of love with me I can't blame you for moving on and never lookin back. Now I'm trying to make amends, and come to terms with how this ends. What id give to do it all again. I tried to be Butch Cassidy, But I could'ntshould shoot the bullets I could'nttake the pain. I had the chance to ride with sundance, But I could'ntbare the thought of you alone, so I'm coming home. Leaving everything behind me All the lies and all the reckless roads I've paved It might take a while to find me, But when I do I know that's I've been saved. I watched my life go up in flames Wondering if I've got a name. You remember who I was or who I'm supossed to be? Bet it all on one last card Those old habits stayed at home. [?] Win it all or lose it all. I tried to be Butch Cassidy, But I could'ntshould shoot the bullets I could'nttake the pain. I had the chance to ride with sundance, But I could'ntbare the thought of you alone... I just, could'ntbare the thought of you alone. No I could'ntbare the though of you alone, so I'm coming home. I'm coming home. I'm coming home.
Writer(s): Andrew Dorff, Marshall Altman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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