Texty: Hootie And The Blowfish. Fairweather Johnson. The Earth Stopped Cold At Dawn.
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Another reason to doubt me Another teardrop falls Can?t wait for a friend when loneliness calls Another kiss in the basement Pour salt on my tongue No one cries for heros left unsung Look at me when I?m talking to you Look at me in the eyes Then look away and tell me why...why Another tasteless movie Another kiss goodnight Could be a dark oasis in my life Another icon smashed to pieces By yesterday?s romance Another hated person no more chances Look at me when I?m talking to you Look at me in the eyes Then look away and tell me why...why Playin? with a happy boy A cold place for a man Familiar faces in a foreign land The hands kept spinning around the face But the earth stopped cold at dawn For a moment, then moved on For a moment, then moved on...
Another reason to doubt me Another teardrop falls Can?t wait for a friend when loneliness calls Another kiss in the basement Pour salt on my tongue No one cries for heros left unsung Look at me when I?m talking to you Look at me in the eyes Then look away and tell me why...why Another tasteless movie Another kiss goodnight Could be a dark oasis in my life Another icon smashed to pieces By yesterday?s romance Another hated person no more chances Look at me when I?m talking to you Look at me in the eyes Then look away and tell me why...why Playin? with a happy boy A cold place for a man Familiar faces in a foreign land The hands kept spinning around the face But the earth stopped cold at dawn For a moment, then moved on For a moment, then moved on...
Hootie And The Blowfish
Hootie And The Blowfish