Well, I got this old TV
That you left behind
And I got a better me
It took so long to find
I've got a lot of nerve
Mmm to ask you back at all
And I put this picture of you and me
On the hole in the wall
Ain't touched a bottle in so long
'cause now the only thing I ain't got
I was kinda hoping you'd prove me wrong
You'd give me one more shot
You'd give me one more shot
And I got this old shag rug
We used to crawl on
And I got this telephone
That you used to call me on
But since that last goodbye
Well, the phone don't ring
I've got this empty home
Filled with so many things
Ain't touched a bottle in so long
'cause now the only thing I ain't got
I was kinda hoping you'd prove me wrong
Yeah
You'd give me one more shot
You'd give me one more shot
Oh, give it to me
Just one more shot
Just one more shot
Just one more shot
Eyah
Writer(s): Christian Kane, Michael Eaton, Steve Carlson, Craig Eastman
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