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  1. Tails I'm Rambling

    Had the idea of the chorus on Sunday night but wanted a different lover before I started writing it out just now... Tails I'm Rambling Draft RogersonLB V1 Like paper cuts and rose thorns Can be the small things that hurt the most What strangers say is shampoo on a bald head PC but the acid tongue and actions of a loved one just sent me on my way again Chorus Far away see the tumble weed coming Feeling the soft dust rise up between my toes as I start walking down this unmade road I'm not a gambling man but when I flip this old worn coin Heads I going, tails I'm rambling V2 She wanted me to come back crossed her black heart and giving me her word to never go back to cheating on me again Chorus Far away see the tumble weed coming Feeling the soft dust rise up between my toes as I start walking down this unmade road I'm not a gambling man but when I flip this old worn coin Heads I going, tails I'm rambling Bridge Stuff this town and country who wont give anything back But when you don't treat all men as equal and look after their health Chorus Far away see the tumble weed coming Feeling the soft dust rise up between my toes as I start walking down this unmade road I'm not a gambling man but when I flip this old worn coin Heads I going, tails I'm rambling
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