Lyrics

Felt six summers long

We had some more to go, king of the rodeo

So wear your paper crown

Was a fool to hope that you were something more

It's true you're sinning

But got a confession

I never wanna run, I never never wanna run, I never

I got the blues and draw on our marble flaws

There's something 'bout your ways and

Light up and keep me faded

Got the blues and draw on our marble flaws

There's something 'bout your ways and

Light up and keep me faded

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