Good Times Quinn XCII

I feel like a preacher on Sunday
Leading you right to my arms
But when I wake up early on Monday
It's like you caught a glimpse of me and got lost
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I'm losing sleep walking sideways
'Cause you're no where near to be found
Just countin' the hours 'till Friday
Maybe then you'll show face come back around
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If only we could rewind to good times
I wouldn't rush out the door, the longest goodbyes
I stay a little longer, wouldn't talk about myself
Let the suitcase pack itself
I miss the good times (Good times)
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Might as well extend, don't plan on leavin'
One plus one we could call it even
You're worth more than a hundred reasons
It's too late, it's too late
Was in my head, wasn't lookin' at you
Now I tell tales of how I used to have you
Funny how pride always seems to get you
Nothing great it's too late
Honey I didn't mean to scare you off
Or make you second guess
Honey I'm still learning how to be a man
I'm doing my best
Honey if I'm being honest
I been feeling like a mess
Yeah the situation got me stressed
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If only we could rewind to good times
I wouldn't rush out the door, the longest goodbyes
I stay a little longer, wouldn't talk about myself
Let the suitcase pack itself
I miss the good times (Good times)
♪
If only we could rewind to good times
I wouldn't rush out the door, the longest goodbyes
I stay a little longer, wouldn't talk about myself
Let the suitcase pack itself
I miss the good times (Good times)
♪
I miss the good times (Good times)