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Butch Walker( Bradley Glenn 'Butch' Walker )
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Record Store
I drove through two states you hate
To make sure you're alright
You're a beauty but you look like hell
Standing in this light
Got a glass full of hours
Before a roadie picks you up and takes you back
I can't call you by your stage name
You're still the girl I know
You hated wearing dresses
And love the radio
Do you still bite your lip
Until it bleeds every time that you get sad?
Meet me at the record store
Even though it ain't there anymore
You can sing to me that song
About time moving on
I wanna love like I loved you when I could
I came from white trash, whiplash
Road rash from a bike
Drank from a wine glass, stage pass
In your belt loop tight
Little baby made it out of here
When ambition was the only drug you tried
You found a chain smokin', soft spoken
Housebroken man
Only so you won't be lonely
And all because you can
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When you tell me things are perfect
Your hand starts to tremble when you lie
Meet me at the record store
Even though it ain't there anymore
My god it's been so long
What the hell went wrong?
I wanna love like I loved you when I could
What if things would've been different
And you ended up with me?
Would you have stayed here in the Bible Belt,
Had a family?
All the cocaine and yes men
We sadly all believed in
Let you walk awhile without a net
I cried a thousand nights for you
And I could feel your pain
Those times the bottom fell through
Like a dog left in the rain
All lovesick and loaded
Come on lets go back to where we met
Meet me at the record store
Even though it ain't there anymore
I'll fumble though our song
Make you hum along
You can love me like you loved me when you could
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