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Gina Royale
Gina Royale
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Gina Wille-Rajeckas
Gina Wille-Rajeckas
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Rob Freeman
Rob Freeman
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Rob Freeman
Rob Freeman
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I can't tell you why I don't like people in the morning Or phone calls at night Guess I got too much on my mind I was on a path to self destruction and I ran into you You probably thought it was nothing I collided with an ego the size of the moon And fuck, it bruised I don't think there was one time I was on your mind And you weren't fucked up on tequila with a splash of lime And in the fallout You were too proud To own up to the shots that your poured out Into my voicemail sipping from the holy grail They'd say last call; you'd call me angel One time, tell me one time Thought your intentions were good But what the hell was up with driving me under the influence? And I let you get away with it too And now i see the sign on the road said caution ahead But I thought it was just a dead end And now i'm stuck here tryna pretend We're not going off the edge I don't think there was one time I was on your mind And you weren't fucked up on tequila with a splash of lime And in the fallout You were too proud To own up to the shots that your poured out Into my voicemail sipping from the holy grail They'd say last call; you'd call me angel One time, tell me one time Now it's just you and me Drunk driving aimlessly back home (No place to be no where to go) And in the the morning we'll be (You can change but never grow) Strung out standing on the side of the road (Into what you've never known; fire to ash rain to snow) Always knew we would be (Afraid to ask afraid to know; if you could change I think you won't) Strung out stranded alone (No place to be no where to go; fire to ash rain to snow) I don't think there was one time I was on your mind And you weren't fucked up On tequila with a splash of lime And in the fallout You were too proud To own up to the shots that your poured out Into my voicemail sipping from the holy grail They'd say last call you'd call me angel One time, just tell me One time I was on your mind And you weren't fucked up on tequila with a splash of lime And in the blackout Lying face down I bet your mother would be so proud Hearing your voicemails, sipping from the holy grail They said last call you called me angel One time, tell me one time
Writer(s): Gina Wille-rajeckas, Rob Freeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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