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Dokumen Tanpa Judul
Dokumen Tanpa Judul
Dokumen Tanpa Judul
fallin' apart
All I did was run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run It's like catching the moon or telling the stars
All I did was pay, pay, pay, pay, pay Yeah, unloving you, I must be a fool
And every single dime that good Lord gave me 'Cause only a fool would waste their time
I could make it last three, four, five days On somebody who has already moved on
with their life
Living it up but living down low
I want all of my flights back
Chasing that luck before I get old
When you were goin' to college, promise
And looking back, oh, we had some fun we'd make it work
Yeah, one day I could lose it all to fight the rising tide