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This is going to be one of those nights.
I already made the call, came home kinda tipsy feeling kinda lonely yeah, lets blame it on the alcohol.
This is going to be one of those things, we could never ever talk about,
Cause I swore to myself I would never give in but what else could I do with you in my house?
[CHORUS]
Why am I asking for trouble over and over again?
Why did I finally give in when I already know how this ends?
Can anybody come SAVE ME
Hold me down I'm danger to myself
SAVE ME
Slow me down before I need some help
SAVE ME
Can anybody see?
That I cant say no anymore someone come save me
Come save me, come save me, come save me, come save me.
This is ganna be one of those mornings, were both ganna wanna die,

The dirty little deeds that we shouldnt of done gunna play a repeat in the back of your mind.
You know I dont know why I do these naughty things I flirt with disaster drive a little faster??
Is anybody ever going to come save me?
[CHORUS]
Why am I asking for trouble over and over again,
Why did I finally give in when I already know how this ends?
Can anybody come SAVE ME
Hold me down I'm danger to myself
SAVE ME
Slow me down before I need some help
SAVE ME
Can anybody see?
That I cant say no anymore someone come save me
Come save me, come save me, come save me, come save me.
Hes on his way, down to my place
(Dont know why, dont know why, you know that I dont know whyy.)
Could this be a big mistake? (Dont know why, dont know why, you know that I dont know whyy.)
Cause I'm all outa time, and I'm lossing my mind
But I want it so bad,i decided to try.
But I'm in over my head, we couldnt get it to be, maybe I should have left all my dreams to my sleep.
[CHORUS]
Why am I asking for trouble over and over again,
Why did I finally give in when I already know how this ends?
Can anybody come SAVE ME
Hold me down I'm danger to myself
SAVE ME
Slow me down before I need some help
SAVE ME
Can anybody see?
That I cant say no anymore someone come save me
Come save me, come save me, come save me, come save me, come save me, come save me, come save me...

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Where should I start…these stories, my music, it comes from all the places I’ve been, the people I’ve been blessed to play music along side, the way it feels to play my guitar until it bleeds or to bang on that old piano in my living room until my shoulders ache and my fingers won’t move anymore. From Georgia to New York, New York to the road; Charleston and Memphis, Vermont to Chicago. Turned 21, then 22…released my first record with The District…Maine and Boston and who knows where else…made love in the grass and meant it…walked down Wilshire, blinking in the Los Angeles sun… got lost in Delaware scrambling to get home to my family after too much time…swam in the ocean with the boys, thanking God for purple and orange Florida sunrises. Soaked up New Orleans…tried to become Levon Helm; realized I wasn’t much of a drummer……turned 23. Wrote A Drop In The Ocean with Zach Berkman and then put it away for six months because I didn’t get it…fell in love…drank whiskey from the bottle and howled at the moon…released Last Call…played the blues back-to-back with Buz in Charlotte and just about everywhere else along that godforsaken highway…the van broke down…we fixed it…the van broke down again. Got lost heading to South Carolina and ended up in Alabama…fell out of love and hit my head on the way towards the bottom…turned 24…made a Christmas album, because, damn it, I like Christmas albums. Played big rooms…played small rooms …listened to Van Morrison and cried…listened to trains scream somewhere off in the distance on ink-black sleepless nights… I traced the outline of a woman’s face on a piece of paper; someone I loved and didn’t want to forget once we’d put the whole thing to bed. The picture didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped, so I took my ink-stained fingers and spelled her name out in big, smeared letters on my arm. I guess that’s all I’ve ever really had…my words. This music is the story of where I’ve been, who I am, and where I’m going…these songs are my life.

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