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My life reads like the classifieds Pages of what's for sale, what's on the auction block Attention bidders, it's lot 45 he's got a decent voice, he's got that crooked smile Hold on, you haven't heard the best yet: He writes good storylines, he's got those honest eyes So take him up for just $9.95 he'll sing the songs you like he'll keep you warm at night Back down, cash out that's the city for ya Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya Letras de cancionesWhen you said you were fallin' apart I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart I'm not the type to forget about nights like this when every single move that I make is documented and scored for style points The once ambitious one now holds a smoking gun And if I die in my sleep are you still willing to be everything you promised you would be? Back down, cash out that's the city for ya Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya When you said you were fallin' apart I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart Will you be the first one to tell the neighborhood paper then all my family and friends that still care? Did you buy what I sold and did you feel what I told you? I hope that you still do Will you promise yourself that this isn't all we've got? Back down, cash out that's the city for ya Break down and back out and get what's comin' to ya When you said you were fallin' apart I thought you meant that you were fallin' apart From Letras Mania