100 lyrics for "That should be me"

You're gonna fly with every dream you chase We just have to believe things work out like they should Life has no guarantees, but always loved by me You're gonna see that sometimes bad is good You're gonna be 6 pounds and 9 ounces, lookin' up at me Like I
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I should've let you know, that you're my only one Said, "I don't understand, how you don't got a man" You want me in your bed, 'cause I've been in your head You don't wanna, you don't wanna, you don't wanna You don't wanna, you don't wanna I know you're
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That I get a kick out of you I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true Some get their kicks from cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrifically too I get a kick
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I, I can be your painkiller, killer, killer The dose that you die on You'll love me till it's all over, over 'Cause I'm the shoulder you cry on The shoulder you cry on Did you find another cure? You know you need a fix when you fall down You know you
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Someone that I belong to Doesn't belong to me Someone who can't be faithful Knows that I have to be Wonder if I am wrong to give her my loyalty Why should I be a lone soul Why can't I be my own soul Alone from night to night you'll find me Too weak to
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Beneath the curse of these lovers eyes But do not ask the price I pay I must live with my quiet rage Tame the ghosts in my head That run wild and wish me dead Should you shake my ash to the wind Lord forget all of my sins And let me die where I lie I
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Leave my heart out of this I should just listen to my head, 'cause it's the one who knows what's best It tells me not to love you, but my heart says just forgive you You're telling me that this is love but I found, it wasn't really on my side Now I think
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It's your fuckin' birthday (oh, birthday) It's a fuckin' celebration (oh oh) Tonight we celebrate Seems like time's out of our control It's a celebration, oh oh To be, to feel, and fill That emptiness inside you Petty bullshit shouldn't excite you On
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I run around town, around round the town The pedal to whatever Gonna ride my bike until I get home With the pedal to the metal My mama tells me I should stop Go and get a real job That can't be the way that I roll And I'm getting count of it all
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