Stumbling in the door
So drunk I can't tell the walls
All by myself in a crowded room
The faces seem
I'm just sitting here spillin' to my shrink
He asks me
Tell me one more time, the man is weak cause’
I'm so sorry I wasn't right for you
You were a
I think about the ones that got away
This lonely feeling
Whatever happened to those good old rock songs
Life was good,
How to write the perfect rock song, gotta make em’
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