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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 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 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) 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 Letras de cancionesHoney 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 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) From Letras Mania