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Is the a word right to say,
Even in this old fashioned way
Go make your move girl,
Im not coming home.

Would things have changed if I could have stayed
Would you have loved me either way,
Dressed to the blues, day to day, with my collar up

Decision sits so make it quick,
A breath inhaled from an air so sick
I cursed the day I had learned
Of the web you spun
You had your hold till bleeding

Hey, hey!
If it was up to me,
I would have figured you out,
Way before the year clocked out.
Oh, I hope your waiting.

Hey, hey!
If it was up to me
I wouldve never walked out
So until the sun burns out
Oh, I hope your waiting

Would we have lived as a child would care
With this vile to drink I dare
Only to cry all alone with your taste on tongue
Oh where have you been if it hurts to be forgiving

Bye

Should we try this again with hope
Or is it lost, give up the ghost
And should I die all alone as I knew I would
Then burn in hell young sinner

Now listen well, will you marry me?
Not now, boy.
Are you well in the suffering?
Youve been, the most gracious of hosts,
You may be invited girl, but youre not coming in.

Listen well, will you marry me?
Now listen well, will you marry me?
Not now, boy.
Are you well in the suffering?
Youve been, the most gracious of hosts,
I may be invited girl, but Im not coming in.