Artist/Band:
Ryan Adams
Lyrics for Song: Numbers
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Ryan Adams
Here comes your song, it's on the radio
Here comes your song, here comes your song
Everybody in the backseat, come and sing along
We're f*cked, we're f*cked
There's been an accident, somebody stole your face
We're f*cked, we're f*cked
You were always something else, there is nothing to replace
You got some sh*t to throw out
You got some numbers to erase
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Ringing all night, it's slower than the bar
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
How do you spell
Look way around or replace those numbers?
Here comes your song, it's on the stereo
So turn it on, so turn it up
Everybody in the backseat's about to throw up
We're f*cked, we're f*cked
There's been a tragedy, hardly words remind us, baby
We're f*cked, we're f*cked
F*ck, you walked in a piece, this isn't war and peace
You were always good enough
There's nothing to replace
You got some sh*t to throw out
You got some numbers to erase
You got some names to forget
Plus some people to call
There was nothing to replace
You've been good enough all along
You just got settled in
And you wanna get down
And you feel like you are loved
Feel like you are loved
Nobody's mad at you
These people love you
And they wanna see you are bein' strong
Wanna see you are bein' strong
So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers
So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers
So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers
So lose the numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
Numbers, numbers, numbers, numbers
The names and the phone
Here comes your song, it's on the stereo
Here comes your song, it's on the radio
Here comes your song, here comes your song
We're f*cked, we're f*cked
Hung up alone
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