Losing track of my mantra
Running through life like Contra
Better to be battered and bruised awake
Than to be living unconscious
Started out good, just shining
Now I see flecks in my diamonds
Spent my last 20 at the taqueria
Too broke to be flexing diamonds
Play it like she move on assignment
Devil may cry, no reason.
Thought I was seeing a real one
Until she had me seeing my demons
Some of my boys weren't good enough
To be my sons -- what an Oliver Twist though
Talk slick, get touched like dirty nails to a cigarillo
On me
Loose lips sinking all of my ships
I've forgiven everything that you've done
But with as bad as my memory gets
From the alcohol, I could never forget
Nah I could never forget
How long 'til I only get the dial tone?
Too caught up in it, I never call home, nah
Running through life, I
Forget to call home, nah
Too busy to talk, gotta
Dead the convo, yuh
Hate that I'm jaded and never found gold
And going through things only me and God know
Gear - NEVER CALL HOME Lyrics
Gear - NEVER CALL HOME Lyrics
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Losing track of my mantra
Running through life like Contra
Better to be battered and bruised awake
Than to be living unconscious
Started out good, just shining
Now I see flecks in my diamonds
Spent my last 20 at the taqueria
Too broke to be flexing diamonds
Play it like she move on assignment
Devil may cry, no reason.
Thought I was seeing a real one
Until she had me seeing my demons
Some of my boys weren't good enough
To be my sons -- what an Oliver Twist though
Talk slick, get touched like dirty nails to a cigarillo
On me
Loose lips sinking all of my ships
I've forgiven everything that you've done
But with as bad as my memory gets
From the alcohol, I could never forget
Nah I could never forget
How long 'til I only get the dial tone?
Too caught up in it, I never call home, nah
Running through life, I
Forget to call home, nah
Too busy to talk, gotta
Dead the convo, yuh
Hate that I'm jaded and never found gold
And going through things only me and God know
Running through life like Contra
Better to be battered and bruised awake
Than to be living unconscious
Started out good, just shining
Now I see flecks in my diamonds
Spent my last 20 at the taqueria
Too broke to be flexing diamonds
Play it like she move on assignment
Devil may cry, no reason.
Thought I was seeing a real one
Until she had me seeing my demons
Some of my boys weren't good enough
To be my sons -- what an Oliver Twist though
Talk slick, get touched like dirty nails to a cigarillo
On me
Loose lips sinking all of my ships
I've forgiven everything that you've done
But with as bad as my memory gets
From the alcohol, I could never forget
Nah I could never forget
How long 'til I only get the dial tone?
Too caught up in it, I never call home, nah
Running through life, I
Forget to call home, nah
Too busy to talk, gotta
Dead the convo, yuh
Hate that I'm jaded and never found gold
And going through things only me and God know
Writer: Myles Warner
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Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave