You don't want to call it quits
Baby, I don't blame you
But who's gonna call that shot?
Who's gonna light things up?
I don't wanna drink alone
And baby, can you blame me?
Who's gonna be in charge?
(I don't know)
What's gonna show it's face?
(I don't know)
Nothing must be fantasy make believe
Because it never ever turns out nice
So happy that you caught a little lightning in a bottle
But you're never gonna catch it twice
Have no fear
Your affirmation is here.
Wagons go west
Put this whole thing to rest
"Ah, honey, he's just loaded"
I cannot fight back
So take my heart out back and explode it
When your thoughts are all trash
You can sell them for cash
Or just throw them away
In social circles you sat
With winds of change at your back
Now they blow you away
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