| Josta Dreams and Bitter Hands |
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| If they told you tonight |
| That you could start again |
| Would you grab your car keys |
| And make your way out |
| I’ve seen (better days then these, its nice out) |
| And I’ve seen (better arms than mine, and its nice out) |
| Oh, it’s nice out, oh |
| Oh Josta dreams and bitter hands |
| And Natural Lights in Buckingham |
| Oh it’s nice out |
| There’s just no room |
| There’s just no way out tonight |
| There’s just no way out |
