Cale Hawkins - Apt 1F Lyrics
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Apt 1F
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What Are The Lyrics For Apt 1F By Cale Hawkins?
I find the more I say that I don't love you anymore
With poison tears You erase my youth I copped a wishless disconnected attitude Like faithless friends, We betrayed our truths I live my days out in this dirty crosstown dive Sweating out The very thing that's Keeping me Alive Just to write these words, another glass A melody A knot once tied too tight Come untied Burned too bright I can't help but laugh sometimes You're not the girl I had in mind You're just a product of your time I'd like to say you left me high and dry But I can't lie Your crooked smile The very thing that made you beautiful Has died Only some commit the crime But we all end up doing time And pay our fines Checking years off of our lives Though I'm stuck with you for now One day I'll wipe your dirt From off my brow And move along Sun's coming up And nothing left for me to do But somehow I keep coming back to you Sun's coming up And nothing left for me to do Girl, I ain't through with you Sun's coming up And nothing left for me to do But somehow I keep coming back to you Sun's coming up And nothing left for me to do But somehow I keep coming back to you This town will make A bleeding martyr out of you But somehow I keep coming back to you |
Who Wrote Apt 1F By Cale Hawkins?
Cale Hawkins
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What's The Duration Of The Apt 1F By Cale Hawkins?The duration of Apt 1F is 4:17 minutes and seconds. |
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