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Flyin' down a flat track, bottle in a brown sack

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Page type: lyric reference Artist: Steve Azar Canonical path: /steve-azar/flyin-down-a-flat-track-bottle-in-a-brown-sack Related lyric paths: 6
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Flyin' down a flat track, bottle in a brown sack

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I've been standin' here in the rain for hours

Lookin' for my sunshine in these cold

Seattle showers

But you always have a good excuse

A little bit of lie, a little bit of truth

But when I dry my eyes all I see

Is you with him and not with me

You can try to pretend it's no big deal

But don't try to tell me how it feels

'Cause baby, you don't know how it feels

To be loved to be left here all alone

Goin' crazy by the telephone

In between paradise and out in the cold

Wonderin' if you'll ever let him go

I'm a fool in love whose heart won't heal

So don't try to tell me how it feels

'Cause baby, you don't know how it feels

You're finally here and I've got you all night long

Laughin' and talkin' and kissin'

Like nothin' was ever wrong

You say someday it'll just be me and you

And trust is all we need to see us through

But when tomorrow mornin' comes again

You're walkin' out and the doubt starts creepin' in

Is it make-believe or is it real

Don't try to tell me how it feels

'Cause baby, you don't know how it feels

To be loved to be left here all alone

Goin' crazy by the telephone

In between paradise and out in the cold

Wonderin' if you'll ever let him go

I'm a fool in love whose heart won't heal

So don't try to tell me how it feels

'Cause baby, you don't know how it feels

When I dry my eyes all I see

Is you with him and not with me

It cuts so deep it almost kills

So don't try to tell me how it feels

'Cause baby, you don't know how it feels

To be loved to be left here all alone

Goin' crazy by the telephone

In between paradise and out in the cold

Wonderin' if you'll ever let him go

I'm a fool in love whose heart won't heal

So don't try to tell me how it feels

'Cause baby, you don't know how it feels

(Tell me will you ever let him go)

You can't tell me how it feels

'Cause baby, you don't know how it feels

Baby, you don't know how it feels

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