Newol
09-19-2015, 11:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-19-2015, 11:25 AM by Newol.)
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Eric Church - Creepin
Eric Church - Creepin
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Like a honeybee beating on my screen door, I got a little buzz and my head is sore, And from my bed I can feel the sun, Lord I hear the morning come. Just a creepin' Creepin', creepin', creepin'. You shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun, A flip of a switch, A thief on the run, And since the day you left me baby, I can feel the lonely, I can hear the crazy. Just a creepin' Creepin' Just a creepin' Creepin' Head for the future, Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in late December. Just a creepin' Creepin' Oh, creepin' Your cocaine kiss and caffeine love, Got under my skin and into my blood, That need you back comes over me, Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree. Just a creepin' Creepin' Just a creepin' creepin' Creepin' Head to the future, Run from the past, Hide from the mirror, And live in a glass, What dreams forget the whiskey remembers, Kinda like molasses in late December. Just a creepin' Creepin' Ah, come on! Break it down, down, down, down... Just last night I saw the light, At the end of that tunnel on the other side, Thought I found my way outta this pain, Only to find your memory train. Creepin', creepin', creepin', creepin'... |
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