hear those tear dropsHow you like those hard knocksTaste

I drank a lot of whiskey in my timeAnd

got a good foundationOn a bad reputationGot a floor

are days that I can walk around like I'm

in the bar, me and my crewTheir little plan

we can’t find the time to spendBeing lovers and

more night with the same neon lightsAnd I'll find

Baby lock the door and turn the lights down lowPut some

There are walls made of paper, an' walls made of stoneAn'

1: Adele & Chris ain't no gold in this

Here's to falling on your faceGetting back up and winning the

blood, runnin' through my veinsBlack cold soul and a

been thinking 'bout my thoughtless wordsAnd I know how

you keep leaving meI'll keep loving youIf you keep hurting

classic NFL rivalry is renewedThese two teams do not like

I was six, I had two fourty-fivesStrapped to my

Sinner did you ever go sinnin'*Have you ever been down here

is a mysteryIt's a tricky thingIt's more than a

a coward would pick up a gunAnd shoot up

There's a light on in the kitchenWhere I've been losing sleepIt