I just have to try Love leads me right back to you It never tells me why I ain't gonna go through life With no regrets Now we can start by makin' apologies
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right I just have to try Love leads me right back to you It never tells me why I ain't gonna go through life With no regrets Now we can start by makin
the tricky sticky icky alley ways Welcome to the continent of Holidays (Africa) Where Holidays quickly turn to hell days Stars fall quicker than box of shell case
my case, of which I'm certain. I've lived a life that's full. I've traveled each and ev'ry highway; But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets
no understandings of The east coast stomp. fam understand. Several other brothers watch our videos the vidiots discover. Verse 2: (it’s just another case
, mama lookin like all I wanted was sex Scene moved to the next (that is true) but it was something about this girl's style that make me feel no regrets
case, of which I’m certain. I’ve lived a life that’s full. I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway; And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets
30, 1968, Hollywod] And now, the end is here And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I'
deep First the introduction We knew she was your type Hit you with temptation I hoped you wouldn't bite But so easily you took the bate Now I present the case
hide the sin Cuz the truth about where you've been Is in a fragrence I can't recognize... Standing there, scratching your head Blood shot eyes, drunk with regret
you stand Exactly when it all began But someplace there's a point you cross the line You see the tears than stain your face Mirrored in your make-up case
On returning, I can't believe this world is still turning The pressure's on because the pleasure hasn't gone And I'm not sorry for, for the things I'
You'll turn away calling back as you run Say it can, that it can, that it can be done You're the last continental bastard chosen son It may be a while
Well, down in Panama City They've perfected the art of the tan And those Oklahoma girls They sure know why they call it heartland Oh, and up in Seattle
I'm a little heavy westbound and down I got a zero in the bank on my account And it's been a week since she's been home That's seven days of on my own
You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Starting from zero got nothing
Faded dreams and blue jeans A rangers cap with sweat rings There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots Well, I've been at it a long time Working
