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Bart Crow Band Bart Crow Band Finally

Said you wanna stand there, With your arms around me... But I can't feel you... It's kinda like a dream... Then you walk out with another.. Lord my

Sitting in this lonely room surrounded by my friends Empty liquor bottle, is this how its supposed to end Yeah, you left me standin here, well Im a broken

Well I got my quarters for the jukebox and your memories on my mind There aint no doubt that the fires all out Because Im the only one sittin here crying

I'm a little bit lazy get a little bit crazy so many words I need you to say I'm a little bit restless get a little bit reckless so many things just

Stuck in the middle of a world that was so right When I see her all my thoughts well up inside Its not supposed to be this way oh god oh why She doesnt