Well I fumbled for a pencil
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And my I'm so sorry pad
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And I wrote until I sprained my stupid brain
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Well you know that there's a reason I made this up so fast
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I though I'd never get a chance to say
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What's on my mind, I'm never kind
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When my vocabulary's secondary to a bottle of wine
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But I promise I can love you
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Just like a man
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And I promise I can hold you
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Like nobody can
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I never knew the difference between bullshit and sincere
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As long as it sounded good
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While coming out
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And I can't blame it on my father
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He gave me my 1st beer
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And he held my head back as I puked it out
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What was I saying, there I go playing
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The game I know so well
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Talking about myself when it should be you
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But I promise I can love you
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Just like a man
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And I promise I can hold you
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Like nobody can
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Promise
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| Butch Walker |
