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• Artiste: Sam Barber
• Titre: Due Time
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Days are hard, and I've added a couple scars But I swear that I'll be home in due time 'Cause I'm away for work when I should be holding her But I guess I's built to stubborn for this life I can see her in the yard screaming, "Damn that old guitar If you want me, boy, you'd better get here fast" But the more that I skip town, the more that I find out This body of mine wasn't made to last If I was there, I'd let you know that the love I got is whole And it's all right here if you just take my hand Then we dance through the lawn, drinking whiskey till we fall But clearly God, He had different plans 'Cause I'm too drunk for you and I'm too strung out for me So I guess now I'm my own worst enemy From the body that I bleed to the bar smoke air I breathe Well, I promise you I'll be back in due time Torn and withdrawn, every thought I have feels wrong Where do I go when I cannot find faith? I'm all out of dreams and I ain't heard you speak in weeks Well, I need you now more than I need me Just like the boards beneath my feet held by trust do shift and creak Well, I've lost my time, and days have made me weak 'Cause I'm too drunk for you and I'm too strung out for me So I guess now I'm my own worst enemy From the body that I bleed to the bar smoke air I breathe I promise you I'll be back in due time One, two, three, four 'Cause I'm too drunk for you and I'm too strung out for me So I guess now I'm my own worst enemy From the body that I bleed to the bar smoke air I breathe Well, I promise you I'll be back in due time