You with your two cars, your little suit and paid love
I guess your life's alright
You own this slick bar, really just a quiet hub for hope for the books to fight
Your kids are all grown, super good to staying home
Cash on a drip and ties
Fame is a week's throne, never more than a quick loan
Let's drink to playing tonight
And we can talk all night and discuss your case
But I don't think it's medicine, I just think you're missing these
Open wounds and the midnight chase
Oh I won't give a blessing
The cold will keep you guessing you're wrong
Why you staring at the sun?
You keep guessing you're wrong
Staring at the sun
So what's your ploy here?
Picking salt from old tears
I've got no games to hide
We're not the same
We've never been the same, and that's not gonna change tonight
And we can talk all night and discuss your case
But I don't think it's medicine, I just think you're missing these
Open wounds and the midnight chase
Oh I won't give a blessing
The cold will keep you guessing you're wrong
Why you staring at the sun?
You keep guessing you're wrong
Staring at the sun
And we can talk all night and discuss your case
But I don't think it's medicine, I just think you're missing these
Open wounds and the midnight chase
Oh I won't give a blessing
The cold will keep you guessing you're wrong
Why you staring at the sun?
You keep guessing you're wrong
Staring at the sun
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