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Better Than I Thought It’d Be

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 31.10.2012

There's a stack of pizza boxes
And cigarette stuffed beer bottles up on my TV
But it's better than I thought it'd be

There's a pile of dirty laundry
Where I got the clothes I got on me
And they're almost clean
It's better than I thought it'd be

I toss and turn half the night
But the other half I sleep alright
I eat enough to soak up what I drink
I'm still lonesome I'm still blue
And I'm still all tore up over you
But it's better than I thought it'd be

You pretended not to know me
When you saw me at the grocery
Unexpectedly
But it was better than I thought it'd be

And with every day that passes
My love ain't as everlastin'
As it used to seem
Yeah it's better than I thought it'd be

I toss and turn half the night
But the other half I sleep alright
I eat enough to soak up what I drink
I'm still lonesome I'm still blue
And I'm still all tore up over you
But it's better than I thought it'd be

I toss and turn half the night
But the other half I sleep alright
I eat enough to soak up what I drink
I'm still lonesome I'm still blue
And I'm still all tore up over you
But it's better than I though it'd be
Yeah baby it's better than I thought it'd be
Better than I thought it'd be

Oh it's getting better
Yeah
I like cold pizza
You know what else is better than I thought it'd be?
Your sister
Ha ha ha!


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