Rue Snider - Blackout Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Blackout By Rue Snider?
I like to get drunk and do things that I shouldn't
I like to kiss pretty girls in dark corners of bars I like to stay up 'til dawn on nights I shouldn't even be out I like to spend my days in parks strumming my guitar Sometimes the party has to end When I can't see the night because I blacked out again She's angry Maybe she's just through with me I'm sure I'd understand but I don't remember a thing Sober only knows what the whiskey couldn't kill I don't know why I always have to drink my fill I don't know why I always have to drink my fill I like to drink white wine and play Bob Dylan records I like to listen to women tell me all about their lives I like to go to North Brooklyn bars getting fucked up on weekday nights I like to sing my songs alone under the stars Sometimes the party has to end When I can't see the night because I blacked out again She's angry Maybe she's just through with me I'm sure I'd understand but I don't remember a goddamn thing Sober only knows what the whiskey couldn't kill I don't know why I always have to drink my fill Sober only knows what the whiskey couldn't kill I don't know why I always have to drink my fill I don't know why I always have to drink my fill |
Who Wrote Blackout By Rue Snider?
Rue Snider
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What's The Duration Of The Blackout By Rue Snider?The duration of Blackout is 2:08 minutes and seconds. |
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