Here I am, selling coffee thinking of some girl
who speaks with her eyes not her mouth
Shes a lock, the kind that can't open
and I'm sorry im not the key, that you need me to be
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Shes got a magnet in her eyes
In the twilight she is glowing
Shes got hope on my shoulders,
I'll take her down...
On superbowl sunday everything will be fine
31 million, thats a lot of good times
We'll swim together in the rough seas of our minds
You pack the rod, I'll bring the fishing line
Shes a mess, I'm just a dirty rag
don't ask me to bring the 409
I see, a little of me in her
all the more reason for me to run away
Refrão/Chorus
She's sweating with tears
I THINK IT'S GONNA' RAIN TONIGHT
Believe me, I know,
YOU CAN'T RUN FROM WHAT'S INSIDE
Put some faith in yourself
PUT SOME FAITH IN YOURSELF
The blame is over me
YOU DID NOTHING WRONG