You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?
Say he who rides a pony must someday fall
Talkin' to my alter, life is what you make it
And if you make it death well rest your soul away
Away, away yeah childIt's a broken kind of feeling
She'd have to tie me to the ceiling
A bad moon's a comin' better say your prayers child
I wanna tell that I love you but does it really matter you?
I just can't stand to see you dragging down again
Again my baby I'm here, oh yeah, so I'm singingAnd this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Yes it doesAnd this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me aloneI uses to treat you like a lady
Now you're a substitute teacher
This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight
I owe the man some money so I'm turnin' over honey
You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' timeAnd this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone
Yes it doesAnd this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's unkind that, it's unkind that
It leave me aloneLike a crown of thorns
It's all who you know, yeah
So don't burn your bridges woman
'Cause someday, yeahKick it, oh yeah
And this is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that leaves me alone, yeahThis is my kinda love
It's the kind that moves on
It's the kind that
It's the kind that, yeah, yeahBaby I said, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon yeah"
I said," Baby don't burn your bridges woman"
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