Let's drink a toast to the fool who couldn't see Bartender pour the wine, 'cause the hurtin's all mine Tonight the heartache's on me But tonight the heartache's on me, on me You could've heard a pin drop When they walked through the door Had to turn my

I know not your sorrow, but I know mine, I have traveled in darkness, for what seems like days, So say you'll stay and dance with me tonight. I, come from the same house, collapsed under this wing. Breathe deep and easy, swallow this pride. Stare at my

I never felt so alive Catch me, don't you For the first time Am I strong enough to lift, into a place that I can see Someone more important than me? Catch me, don't you, catch me, I've fallen in love For you I drop the tough guy shit On this bus I sit

Like baby, baby, baby no Baby, baby, baby oh Like baby, baby, baby oh I thought you'd always be mine (mine) Like baby, baby, baby ooh I thought you'd always be mine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah (now I'm all gone) Ooh whoa, ooh whoa, ooh whoa

Since they wanna know (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt) (End what's right and why am I immature?) (All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt) Here's the formula on O, now let's go Second rounds on me Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em,

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

Just waiting, just waiting Nothing can hurt me today There's a magic inside Just waiting to burst out That will melt tomorrow I woke up stronger than ever Driven by big waves of fire To run and yell all the way The world is a goldmine

All he asks, I said hurry inside Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines First on the bad list, and you're last on mine Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due Walking down the aisle, still straining you Where do I hide? All he asks, I say hurry

He'll never love you like I can, can, can Why are you looking down all the wrong roads When mine is the heart and the soul of the song There may be lovers who hold out their hands but He could be a sinner, or a gentleman He could be your preacher, when

My tea's gone cold I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray Put your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad It's not so bad Dear Slim, I