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Keith Anderson




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C'mon! (05.08.2008)
05.08.2008
1.
C'mon!
2.
Break My Heart
3.
Somebody Needs a Hug
4.
She Could've Been Mine
5.
6.
7.
Crazy Over You (feat. Foster & Lloyd)
8.
I Ain't Hurtin' Nobody But Me
9.
Adaliene
10.
Lost in This Moment
11.
Closest I've Ever Been
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C'mon!

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Break My Heart

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Somebody Needs a Hug

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She Could've Been Mine

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Verse1
She dresses up her children and herds them to the car, drives down to the mega-church and can't find a place to park. Then
she feels a little guilty when she takes his name in vein, so she folds her last two dollars and she drops them in the plate,
its morning Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.

Verse2
His back is out of kilter from sleepin on concrete and he'd like to have some breakfast but he'll trade it for a drink,
those early morning joggers their quick to pass him by and the ones that drop a dollar don't they don't dare look him in the
eye. Another Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America. Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.

Chorus:
Smell the eggs and bacon, hear the church bells ring, cheerleaders shakin on a big screen tv, there's Winnebago's and boats
on the lake and a red head, freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake. Sunday morning, Sunday morning in
America.

Verse3
He's hunkered in a bunker with a rifle in his hand, layin his life on the line for every inch of sand. He dreamin about
that freedom that he's been fightin for and the arms that will wrap around him when he comes walkin through that door, some
Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America. Yea Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.

Chorus:
Smell the eggs and bacon, hear the church bells ring, cheerleaders shakin on a big screen tv, there's Winnebago's and boats
on the lake and a red head, freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake. Sunday morning, Sunday morning in
America. Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.

Bridge
Now I know it aint perfect, there's a lot of things wrong in America, I thank God for those who layed down their lives to
call this place my home.

Chorus 2:
Smell the eggs and bacon, hear the church bells ring, cheerleaders shakin on a 57 inch big screen tv, there's trucks on the
highway and sail boats on the lake and a red head, freckled face blows out the candles on his birthday cake. Sunday morning,
yea Sunday morning in America. Its Sunday morning in America, beautiful Sunday morning, Sunday morning in America.

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I've changed the presets in my truck
so those old songs don't sneak up
they still find me and remind me
yeah you come back that easy
try restaurants I've never been to
order new things off the menu
that I never tried cause you didn't like
two drinks in you were by my side

I've talked to friends
I've talked to myself
I've talked to God
I prayed liked hell but I still miss you
I tried sober I tried drinking
I've been strong and I've been weak
and I still miss you
I've done everything move on like I'm supposed to
I'd give anything for one more minute with you
I still miss you
I still miss you baby

I never knew til you were gone
how many pages you were on
it never ends I keep turning
and line after line and you are there again
I dont know how to let you go
you are so deep down in my soul
I feel helpless so hopeless
its a door that never closes
no I don't know how to do this

I've talked to friends
I've talked to myself
I've talked to God
I prayed liked hell but I still miss you
I tried sober I tried drinking
I've been strong and I've been weak
and I still miss you
I've done everything
move on like I'm supposed to
I'd give anything for one more minute with you
I still miss you yeah

I've talked to friends
I've talked to myself
I've talked to God
I prayed liked hell but I still miss you
I tried sober I tried drinking
I've been strong and I've been weak
and I still miss you
I've done everything
move on like I'm supposed to
I'd give anything for one more minute with you
I still miss you yeah

I still miss you
I still miss you...... yeah.... yeah.....

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Crazy Over You

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I Ain't Hurtin' Nobody But Me

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Adaliene

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Lost in This Moment

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Closest I've Ever Been

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