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Butch Walker( Bradley Glenn 'Butch' Walker )
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I drove through two states you hate To make sure you're alright You're a beauty but you look like hell Standing in this light Got a glass full of hours Before a roadie picks you up and takes you back
I can't call you by your stage name You're still the girl I know You hated wearing dresses And love the radio Do you still bite your lip Until it bleeds every time that you get sad?
Meet me at the record store Even though it ain't there anymore You can sing to me that song About time moving on I wanna love like I loved you when I could
I came from white trash, whiplash Road rash from a bike Drank from a wine glass, stage pass In your belt loop tight Little baby made it out of here When ambition was the only drug you tried
You found a chain smokin', soft spoken Housebroken man Only so you won't be lonely And all because you can Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com When you tell me things are perfect Your hand starts to tremble when you lie
Meet me at the record store Even though it ain't there anymore My god it's been so long What the hell went wrong? I wanna love like I loved you when I could
What if things would've been different And you ended up with me? Would you have stayed here in the Bible Belt, Had a family? All the cocaine and yes men We sadly all believed in Let you walk awhile without a net
I cried a thousand nights for you And I could feel your pain Those times the bottom fell through Like a dog left in the rain All lovesick and loaded Come on lets go back to where we met
Meet me at the record store Even though it ain't there anymore I'll fumble though our song Make you hum along You can love me like you loved me when you could
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