Beneath The Sheets
Beneath The Sheets - X's On My Calendar songtekst
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I never figured when we met Your history of petty theft, would lead to a homicide I should have run a background check Before I asked you to be my, lawfully wedded wife Blood covered pistol placed in my hand Honey what's going on? Blue lights and sirens, it all makes sense I gotta take the fall There's no more banging my head up against the prison wall Waiting for every call There's no more X's on my calendar Baby I'll be coming home To the empty city we once knew as Rome I've spent five years stuck in this hole I feel like I have lost my soul, only god knows I'm innocent Yeah you've been out there on your own Waiting to hear your voice is how all of my days are spent Meet with the warden cause it's my time Honey I'm coming home Tells me, "sit down son your wife has died" I got nowhere to go All of the things I've seen They just don't mean a thing All of the things I know They just don't matter...