 1229 sheffield lyrics ( Verve pipe )   
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Artist : Verve pipe
Song : 1229 sheffield
(Brian Vander Ark) another day of deflating your
face into tears I shook your mood with the game
and a bottle of beer the day I fell off of the
wagon you threw up your hands in disgust you
would stay but there's just not much of a call
for a neighborhood cheerleader who married the
president living next door whose honeymoon
weekend was spent at your parents back then you
could get the best of me I don't recall anyone
placing a gun to our heads we traded a trip
'round the world for a family instead our friends
were dispersing while you were still nursing our
boy and ever since there is just not much of a
call for a neighborhood cheerleader who married
the president living next door whose first year
of marriage was spent at your parents I don't get
there much anymore The pet names that you once
gave me, we had given the pets I still come when
you call them, just to be sure not much of a call
for a neighborhood cheerleader or block party
president mowing his lawn whose cabinet is empty
and mind's full of nicotine fits God I can't make
you love me I don't have the strength anymore
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