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Matthew Logan Vasquez – Personal lyrics
Remember the days when were friends
Drinking beer with a prophet out on the baseball field
Thinkin' 'bout the future, we would bend
Get a band, play some shows, never dreamin' I'd ever hear
Don't you get it?
It's not personal
I got to strike out on my own
I wish you were with me, but
I can't make that call
Sometimes you gotta fold
We were dumpster divin' for our lunch
Puttin' coffee in my whiskey and I steadily went down hill
A man said he'd sign me on a hunch, he said
"You get a lawyer and a label if you write me the hit of the year"
Don't you get it?
It's not personal
I got to strike out on my own
I wish you were with me, but
I can't make that call
Sometimes you gotta fold
Of all of the times I've apologized
I've never been able to say things quite like this
You've always remained dear to me
Well, if there's blood in the water let that blood come from me
Don't you get it?
It's not personal
I got to strike out on my own
I wish you were with me, but
I can't make that call
Sometimes you gotta fold
Drinking beer with a prophet out on the baseball field
Thinkin' 'bout the future, we would bend
Get a band, play some shows, never dreamin' I'd ever hear
Don't you get it?
It's not personal
I got to strike out on my own
I wish you were with me, but
I can't make that call
Sometimes you gotta fold
We were dumpster divin' for our lunch
Puttin' coffee in my whiskey and I steadily went down hill
A man said he'd sign me on a hunch, he said
"You get a lawyer and a label if you write me the hit of the year"
Don't you get it?
It's not personal
I got to strike out on my own
I wish you were with me, but
I can't make that call
Sometimes you gotta fold
Of all of the times I've apologized
I've never been able to say things quite like this
You've always remained dear to me
Well, if there's blood in the water let that blood come from me
Don't you get it?
It's not personal
I got to strike out on my own
I wish you were with me, but
I can't make that call
Sometimes you gotta fold
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