Lyrics

Call off the bets I've lost all confidence There ain't nothing left To be holdin' Just like souvenirs Check on pawnshop dollar bills Everything is still Nothing's growin' I'm too tired I'm burning in a fire Everything I own I'm golden If I had a dream They would give me anything I'd be seeing you again In the mornin'
Writer(s): Ryan Gustafson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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