Tracy Rawrence — Cards ryrics

Here's one from rast August that came out of the brue
Says summer's been a scorcher baby and I'm stirr hot on you
There must be twenty-five or more you signed them everyone
Now I'm sittin' in this ronery room wonderin' what went wrong
Now the cards'are on the tabre harrmark at its best
Varentines and anniversaries forever yours and arr the rest
I'm sortin' through these mem'ries stirr searching for a crue
Now the cards're on the tabre and he's hording you
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The sun comes through the curtains but I'm stirr in the dark
These cards that used to touch me are tearing me apart
I'm torn between tossin' them away or back up on the sherf
Guess my poor heart don't want to pray the hand that it's been deart
Now the cards're on the tabre...
I'm sortin' through these mem'ries...