Butch Walker şarkı sözleri
Sunshine, you heal as much as you hurtWith regret in my veins and blood on my shirtSure must have had myself a personal bestIt takes filling my lungs up with smokeTo get things off my chestNow, I'm crossing the borderWasted againWith a numberFrom a Canadian tenOh Mother, oh MotherWhy must you complainI grew up alrightSo don't be ashamedMy mouth has been cleaner And I may have lost all my faithTil I believe in myselfI can't give my conscience awayAnd you're home with the dishesAnd I'm out with my friendsPlacing betsWith a Canadian tenAnd North of the borderA sin is a sinWhen you pay With a Canadian tenI've searched for a reason to not search for youI feel like there's no place I haven't been throughI told myself 'don't fall in love if you don't know their nameBut my eyes are straight wired to my heartAnd bypass my brainSometimes I'm forgetfulSo I'll start at the endAnd call the numberOn this Canadian tenAnd call the numberOn this Canadian ten
