It's a mercenary territory
I wish you knew the story
I've been out here so long
dreamin up songs
I'm temporarily qualmless
and sinking
I've did my time in that rodeo
It's been so long and I've
got nothing to show
Well I'm so plain loco
Fool that I am I'd do it all
over again
Is it the style?
Is it the lies?
Is it the days into nights
Or the "I'm sorry"s into fights
Now some kind of man, he can't
do anything wrong
If I see him I'll tell him
you're waiting
'Cause I'm devoted for sure
but my days are a blur
Well your nights turn into
my mornings
Well I did my time in that
rodeo
Fool that I am I'd do it all
over again
Is it love keeps you waiting
so long
Makes you say I'll see you
around
The forces that be, they just
don't see
While your nights turn into
my mornings
Is it the style?
Is it the lies?
Is it the days into nights
Or the "I'm sorrys" into fights
Marco Giunco |
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