I'm lost and I need you to find me.
Oh, sweetheart, put the bottle down you've got to much talent.
I see you through those bloodshot eyes there's a cure you've found it.
I can't cook no, but I can clean up the mess she left.
Lay your head down and feel the beat as I kiss your forehead.
This may not last but this is now so love the one you're with.
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