done it this timeMighta drank too much wineMighta said

can hold my dreams right there in her pocketAnd

paint my lips red, I turn my own headDon't

was born, I was blessedRight place, right time, I

o'clock on Friday night, I'm still at homeAll my

still smell the smoke, I still taste the CrownI

she hails from BostonShe hates the sound that goodbyes

remember riding shotgun in daddy's ChevroletWe'd crank up The

I was a summer, I wanna be '69I'd be

here with you so close to meIt's hard to

perfect memoriesScattered all around the floorReachin' for the phone

finally asked you to dance on the last slow

a towel on the bathroom doorA T-shirt in my

Hillary Scott & Charles sorry I missed your call,

1: Charles supposed to hurt, it's a broken heartBut

for the holidaysI believe I've missed each and every

Russell 1: Russell down, from a six

the angels protect youTrouble neglect youAnd heaven accept youWhen

How can someone stand so damn closeAnd feel like they're worlds

my eyes closed underwaterCouldn't see a thingHad your eyes