No candle, no light for you I, I woke up on the wrong side of ya We gotta, we gotta, we gotta face it The fire, the fire ain't no longer blazin' SMS in the morning light You don't even know that I left, do ya? Can't handle my love Can't handle your lies

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

Nothing's forever, nothing will be better In the love you're giving me Like it or not We were doomed from the start Better than you and me You know I'll be there But so unsure I just gotta have you I know that you're clean

Let it burn Gotta let it burn When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to But you know gotta let it go 'Cause the party ain't jumpin' like it used to Even though this might bruise you Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you

Look around, look around, look around All around, all around, all around Move it ah gotta get ya, wanna getcha Move it ah gotta get ya, gonna getcha It's emotional and I told you so But you had to know so I told you All around, oh yeah When I'm feeling

Walk like a champion, talk like a champion Ram pa pa pam pam, ram pa pa pam pam It's sure that you've never felt so sexy sexy sexy Ram pa pa pam pam It's in the way you hold yourself You gotta know you're something else Stand up let 'em know that you

Time will be the healer once again Time will lift you up and other than I know that you can't stand to hear his name One day when you're long past this you'll laugh about it Sometimes you gotta be a river to go around it Just put a little distance

I gotta long long way to go Before I can say goodbye to you Before I can say goodbye To all I ever knew Then every time I turn around And you're nowhere to be found Oh, I gotta long long way I know You held my hand and then you slipped away

Gotta get me some. And it turns out she's got everything I want, but all rolled into one. She smokes a little home grown, drinks a little Cuervo. Still a little down home, there was never a doubt. You know, she's got everything I want, but all rolled

'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do Well I gotta get drunk, I sure do dread it I start to spend my money, call everybody honey I spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck And brother, I could name you a few And I wouldn't think of lettin' them down