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Ain’t Killed Me Yet

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 07.11.2012

Workin' all this overtime
Is good at keepin' me occupied
Hell with the stress
It ain't killed me yet

Doctor says I gotta quit
Get on the wagon and off of them damn cigarettes
But they ain't killed me yet

Doc you probably wonder why I don't care
Why I don't change, why I ain't scared

'Cause I thought her leavin' would stop my heart from beatin'
And gettin' over her would be my death
It hurts every night
When she dances through my mind
I still feel the sting of the loneliness
But it ain't killed me yet

She turned this house into a tomb
Ghosts rattle in every room
They're doin' their best
But they ain't killed me yet

So I lean on the bottle more every night
I'm probably past the point where I should give it a rest
But it ain't killed me yet

No I ain't sayin' I'll never die
but 'til I do I'm on borrowed time

'Cause I thought her leavin' would stop my heart from beatin'
And gettin' over her would be my death
It hurts every night
When she dances through my mind
I still feel the sting of the loneliness
But it ain't killed me yet
It ain't killed me yet

It hurts every night
When she dances through my mind
I still feel the sting of loneliness
But it ain't killed me yet


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