Believe me please im being sincere For the first and maybe the last time We dont need to be told what to do I almost died when I found out about hope I would give everything I own To my friends my family my love If it means they will always be with me If it means they wont ever forget me Its 4 am and tomorrow laughs at me The city smile is so beautiful and true Im counting scars on my way back home The quiet street is like music to my ear We have our songs our fears and our drinks Do you see what everyone cant see Yeah tonight the floor is calling me I dont mind as long as theres you and whiskey I dont mind as long as theres you and music
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