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I've got enough on my mind
when she pulls me by the hand
She hasn't much to hold onto
She's keeping count on her hands
One, two, three days I've been
Sleeping on my side
I've kissing my death
So now I head up the steps
about where I've been
I mean it's always never this
I wanna feel with the seasons
I guess it makes sense
'Cause my life's become as vapid as
A night out in Los Angeles
And I wanna in bed
I hold you like I used to
You know that I am home
So darling, if you me
you let me know
Or go on, go on, go on
If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one?
packing all my stuff
For once, for once, for once
I get feeling that I'm where I belong
Why am I the one?
Always packing all my stuff
She got enough on her mind
That she feels no sorrow
I let my fill the air
So now she's rolling down the window
Never been one to hold on
But I need a last breath
So I ask if she remembers when
She used to come and visit me
We were fools to that nothing could go wrong
Go on, go on, go on
If you thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one?
packing all my stuff
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one?
Always packing all my stuff
I think I kinda like it but
I might have had too much
And I'll back down
To this town
When they me out
Make no mistake it
I'll move back down
To this western town
When they me out
Make no about it
I'll back down (go on, go on)
If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one
packing all my stuff
Go on, go on, go on
If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one?
Always all my stuff
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one?
Always all my stuff
I think I like it but
I might have had too much
And I'll back down
when she pulls me by the hand
She hasn't much to hold onto
She's keeping count on her hands
One, two, three days I've been
Sleeping on my side
I've kissing my death
So now I head up the steps
about where I've been
I mean it's always never this
I wanna feel with the seasons
I guess it makes sense
'Cause my life's become as vapid as
A night out in Los Angeles
And I wanna in bed
I hold you like I used to
You know that I am home
So darling, if you me
you let me know
Or go on, go on, go on
If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one?
packing all my stuff
For once, for once, for once
I get feeling that I'm where I belong
Why am I the one?
Always packing all my stuff
She got enough on her mind
That she feels no sorrow
I let my fill the air
So now she's rolling down the window
Never been one to hold on
But I need a last breath
So I ask if she remembers when
She used to come and visit me
We were fools to that nothing could go wrong
Go on, go on, go on
If you thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one?
packing all my stuff
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling that I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one?
Always packing all my stuff
I think I kinda like it but
I might have had too much
And I'll back down
To this town
When they me out
Make no mistake it
I'll move back down
To this western town
When they me out
Make no about it
I'll back down (go on, go on)
If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one
packing all my stuff
Go on, go on, go on
If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
Why am I the one?
Always all my stuff
For once, for once, for once
I get the feeling I'm right where I belong
Why am I the one?
Always all my stuff
I think I like it but
I might have had too much
And I'll back down
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