I'm sick of love This kind of love I'm walking Through streets that are dead Walking with you in my head My feet are so tired

If that's what you wanted I'll find the places where you hide I'll be the dawn on your worst night The only thing left in your life Yeah I would kill for you, that's right I'll put your poison in my veins They say the best love is insane, yeah I'll light

Doing it to country songs I like doing it to country songs She likes doing it to country songs We like doing it to country songs My alarm clock is a radio 95.5 gets me ready to go I'm heading to my job, drinking coffee strong And I'm doing it to country

To you I'm just a girl Now I know I'm just another one of your Friday nights But I'm no past time, this is gonna be the last To you I'm just a girl, I'm just a call when there's nowhere else to fall Just a number on your wall, In a pretty dress and

Supplie ie ies I'll be the wood when you need heat I'll be the generator, turn me on when you need electricity Some shit's 'bout to go down I'll be the one with the level head The world can end now Baby, we'll be livin' in The Walkin' Dead 'Cause I got

Você sabe que foi bom Sabe que valeu a pena Deixa isso pra lá Nossa vida é passageira Se ainda ainda pensa em mim É porque valeu a pena Por que a gente sente falta um do outro Sem nem mesmo perceber A gente finge que esquece

River rat jimmy and Jehoshaphat Drums are still playing I can see them marching close This he walks like a shadow and that he dances like a ghost The one that looks like jimmy lord he scares me the most Playing boyhood mumbly peg a six inch bowie blade

Quand ce sont les mamans qui s'en vont, Il faut apprendre à vivre entre hommes Et à partager la maison. Oui quand ce sont Les mamans qui s'en vont, La vie doit continuer sans elles Même si sans elles, Elle est moins belle. Ce soir on se couchera plus

Tengo un sentimiento Y tengo el sentimiento Cuatro, siete, veinte, va vente Hoy tengo una misión (Cuatro) veces me ido a cambiar (Siete) minutos y ya se va el sol (Veinte) llamadas sin contestar Cierro la puerta por fin (Cuatro) colega me llevan al bar

Is that lost on you? Ho, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohh Is that lost on you? Let's raise a glass or two To all the things I've lost on you, ho, oh Tell me, are they lost on you? Oh, oh Just that you could cut me loose, ho, oh After everything I've lost on you So