Greg Rekus - The Mirror in my Favorite Bar | Текст песни

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You'd think 8 shots would be enough
Point those feet towards the door
You still got to to stare your words your stupid smile sweaty hands
you know your cards got room for more

I've always hated hearing lies
Yet still come dribbling from this mouth
We're all to the brim of shit and piss exceptions to the rules
Yet none of us would seem to mind

Better days will not be left behind
Insecurities we demand to hide
Better days will come and go with time
Lets hope this twenty gets me over the line

At distant corners of the room
A glance shot out distant eyes
I bet she likes the guys with money, cars, clean shaven, brand new cloths
But I'd stupid not to try

Hoisted anchor we set sail
The back and forth of choppy seas
As I draw near exchanged the first shot fired whisky tipped it back
You'd think she'd go buy one for me

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