19 de septiembre de 2013

The Maine

I was dancing with the devil, I was singing dirty songs. Pulling whiskey from the bottle. Till the early break of dawn

Oh my gorgeous Arizona. Here's to gettin' caught with you. I was runnin' with the wolves

I was howlin' at the moon

I felt lonely, lost, and stranded. I felt down and torn apart. With no cash left in my pocket, just a shitty fortune card. It read "Strength will find you sooner then you ever thought it would" Then the pain it turned to anger moved to joy, so now I'm good and I'm one pack of smokes from broke. I can tell I will make it alone

So I'll keep on fighting. Yeah, I'll keep on fighting. In the end, when you sink, we float

When you're one pack of smokes from broke 

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