Conquest Of Mistakes
At quarter to 1 we hit the last dive
on our bar crawl down route 18
You stumbled in with those tequila eyes at last call
and auctioned yourself off to the bar scene.
Here I am.
You'll awake to another heartache,
a conquest of mistakes.
I'll be there to sweep away the pain, your doormat in the
rain.
It's just work then sleep then work again.
The same old story in the end until Friday night and you
give yourself away.
Some sordid business, a sloppy routine
I cannot stand to watch for another day.
You'll awake to another heartache,
a conquest of mistakes.
I'll be there
to sweep away the pain,
your doormat in the rain.
Here I am to get you home okay,
The linchpin to your frame,
To keep your head straight.
I don't want this anymore.
In bar light you don't look the same
(I don't want this anymore)
I can't read the lines on your face
(I don't want this anymore)
I know that I ain't been a saint
but I've gotta walk away
I don't want this, I don't want this anymore
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