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John Hiatt Perfectly Good Guitar

a perfectly good guitar I don?t know who they think they are Smashing a perfectly good guitar He loved that guitar just like a girlfriend But every good

Oversettelse: John Hiatt. Perfekt Good Guitar.

It is a hurtin' thing you don't wanna talk about it Pain in your heart well it's takin' your breath away You left it in lipstick on the mirror no use

I've been taking off and landing but this airport's closed And how much thicker this fog is gonna get god only knows Just when you think that you've

I would have thought time would erase I'll never get over you The feelin's lost in your embrace I'll never get over you But still I try And still

habits are hard to break Cause even the good ones Just seem to go bad Might be the sweetest love That you ever had You just cant let em go For goodness

What is that fallin' out of your eyes What is that rollin' on down your shit Thunder and lightning from the bloodshot skies This time its feeling

Sometimes I dont even move a muscle Baby when you lie awake at night I think I've got nine lives in these corpuscles Girl, you know sometimes I dont

Saturday night he comes home stinking sunday morning she wakes up thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking does she need to get the kids dressed