Numbers

Ryan Adams

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    Here comes your song, it's on the radio
    Here comes your song, here comes your song
    Everybody on the backseat, come and sing along

    We're fucked, we're fucked
    There's been an accident, somebody stole your face
    We're fucked, we're fucked
    You were always somewhere else, there's nothing to replace

    You got shome shit to throw out
    You got some numbers to erase

    Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
    Ringing all night, it's slower than the bar
    Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
    How do you spell
    Look way around or replace those number

    Here comes your song, it's on the stereo
    So tur it on, so turn it up
    Everbody on the backseat's about to throw up

    We're fucked, we're fucked
    There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby
    We're fucked, we're fucked
    Fuck, you walkd in a piece, this isn't war and peace

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    You were always good enough
    There was nothing to replace
    You got shome shit to throw out
    You got some numbers to erase

    You got names to forget
    Plus some people to call
    There was nothing to replace
    You've been good enough all along

    You just got settled in
    And you wanna to get down
    And feel like you are loved
    Feel like you are loved

    Nobody's mad at you
    These people love
    And they wanna see you are bein' strong
    Wanna see you are bein' strong

    So lose no numbers, numbers, numbers
    Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
    Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
    Numbers, numbers, numbers

    So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
    Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
    Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
    Numbers

    So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
    Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
    Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
    Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
    The names and the phones

    Here comes your song, it's on the stereo
    Here comes your song, it's on the radio
    Here comes your song, here comes your song

    We're fucked, we're fucked
    And hung up alone

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    Composición: Ryan Adams

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