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Keep The Girl

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 17.10.2012

This life is full of choices,
Hard to make one all the voices,
In my head,
Those blue eyes I'm in love with,
Or that highway which ever I pick,
There'll be regrets,
I go one way I lose everything,
I go the other way same thing,

(Chorus)
I'm torn and it's tearing me apart,
I want to go but I don't want to break her heart,
Like a sword with a double edge blade,
It's gonna cut deep either way,
This little town that big old world,
Chase the dream or keep the girl,

More than once I packed it all up,
But I break down blame it on the truck,
Just couldn't go,
Just wanna be out there making my mark,
Lay down every night in her arms,

(Chorus)

I don't know why I can't have it all,
Need to tear down that wall,
Between this little town that big old world,
Go chase my dream and keep the girl,

I'm torn and it's tearing me apart,
I want to go but I don't want to break her heart,
Like a sword with a double edge blade,
It's gonna cut deep either way,
This little town that big old world,
Go chase my dream and keep the girl,

I want it all,
Keep the girl,
Hey.


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