back. I gotta hand it to ya you went from being talk with, Now you're talk about you're not her. Everyone I know is dead. Who are these strangers all
Sometimes it gets so easy running from town to town But changing bed won't change this feeling that I'm going to drown Too many hearts are broken we're never asked why Too
crooked little fingers ar everybody else Spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too
