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One For The Road

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 17.08.2012

You can tell me you're sorry if you want to
You can cry if you think it'll help
Swear all you need is a little time
You promise that there's nobody else

[Chorus]
Go ahead and lie
I'll believe you tonight
Let's not get into what we already know
Let's make the last memory be
Making love like you're not gonna go
Pour another drink
Turn the lights way down low
And have one for the road

Convince me I'll be happy without you
And I'll get stronger each day that goes by
Let me hear how you'll spend your days missing me
And you'll be back, as you look me in the eye

[Chorus]
Go ahead and lie
I'll believe you tonight
Let's not get into what we already know
Let's make the last memory be
Making love like you're not gonna go
Pour another drink
Turn the lights way down low
And have one for the road

Let's make the last memory be
Making love like you're not gonna go
Pour another drink
Turn the lights way down low
And have one for the road
For old times sake
Turn the lights way down low
And have one for the road


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