To The End Of The World

Can't be lugging these things to the end of the world.
(End of the world.)
Can't be lugging these things to the end of the world.
(End of the, end of the world.)
Can't be lugging these things to the end of the world.
Can't be lugging these things to the end of the world.
(End of the world.)
Can't be lugging these things to the end of the world.
Fill my luggage with letters I'd written,
But not one was true.
Your hand in my back pocket,
I know who I'm talking to.
Every mornings when I sleep and that's when I'm dreaming of you.
You, baby.
Only if the sky knows what to do.
I will never marry,
No Vegas elope.
Instead I walk Death Valley,
The sun burning like rope.
I took her back to my place,
Took a look at the floor.
She saw the mess I step around,
And she showed herself the door.
I only got one,
One thing left to prove.
Between me and you.
Can't keep lugging these things to the end of the world.
Can't keep lugging these things to the end of the world.
Can't keep lugging these things to the end of.
To the end of the...



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Writer(s): Richard Pawliw-fry
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