Joe Bachman tired of running

A bunch of airplane bottles in a paper sack
On the hood of my car, lying on my back
Thinkin' bout all those things that I never got right
First thing's first, I'm gonna twist the cap
Lift it to the stars and tip one back
Yeah I'm gonna give you one last night of...
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Holdin' me back, holdin' me under
Second-guessin', makin' me wonder
Where we went wrong
Well, it's time for me to move on
There ain't enough miles, ain't enough days
It's just something that I gotta face so
Go ahead, and keep that hurtin' coming
Cuz I'm tired of running
Remember all those things that we called ours?
I hope that you don't mind, they're in the back of my car
And whatever don't burn, I'll just leave what's...
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Finally, your memories are keeping me warm
But after tonight, babe, they'll be no more....
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