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Butch Walker

I opened up a can of worms
I could see myself hanging onto
It s gonna sting, it s gonna burn
I can t win either way

And over time I will just find a way to lose you after all
Until then we ll carry on

I took a lot of shots for you
Some made my hangovers worse somedays
The movies that you sat me through
Were never quite my taste

Don t get me wrong
I miss the way I used to use you after all
But for now, just carry on

We pass a bridge, we made it through
You feel different or all things the same
The modulation never do
The story is untold

And all I want is to get back to what I m used to after all
Until then I ll carry on