Bridges and tunnels, turnpike Sprite
The weight on my shoulders gets worse at night
The bag in his pocket, the bottles in the van
The closer we get, the more chance I have
To prove that I'm still normal, to show you that I'm bad
If Billy stops playing, then we might kiss goodbye
"Oh Maggie I don't know, don't know who we are"
Said David on his way back to the Ramada bar
When he met with Joey and explained the way he felt
But Joey just had basecall and cocaine in his head
Oh Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, it's okay to fall
Even when you're thirsty for your man to call
Oh Davey, Davey, Davey, it's gonna be okay
Just forget about comfort and forget about hate
No hot tub, no beaches, no vodka, no drugs
David left with Maggie, we chilled with Cobra Skulls
Awake with the same music, the devotion and fame
New Jersey is calling the same forbidden game
It's the politics of starving, the reason we failed
It's easy to be happy now, before nothing ever worked
Oh Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, it's okay to fall
Even when you're thirsty for your man to call
Oh Davey, Davey, Davey, it's gonna be okay
Just forget about comfort and forget about hate
Oh Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
Woah, Woah, Woah (It's gonna be okay)
Bridges and tunnels, turnpike Sprite
The weight on my shoulders gets worse at night
The bag in his pocket, the bottles in the van
The closer we get, the more chance I have
The Sainte Catherines - Maggie and Dave Lyrics
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Bridges and tunnels, turnpike Sprite
The weight on my shoulders gets worse at night
The bag in his pocket, the bottles in the van
The closer we get, the more chance I have
To prove that I'm still normal, to show you that I'm bad
If Billy stops playing, then we might kiss goodbye
"Oh Maggie I don't know, don't know who we are"
Said David on his way back to the Ramada bar
When he met with Joey and explained the way he felt
But Joey just had basecall and cocaine in his head
Oh Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, it's okay to fall
Even when you're thirsty for your man to call
Oh Davey, Davey, Davey, it's gonna be okay
Just forget about comfort and forget about hate
No hot tub, no beaches, no vodka, no drugs
David left with Maggie, we chilled with Cobra Skulls
Awake with the same music, the devotion and fame
New Jersey is calling the same forbidden game
It's the politics of starving, the reason we failed
It's easy to be happy now, before nothing ever worked
Oh Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, it's okay to fall
Even when you're thirsty for your man to call
Oh Davey, Davey, Davey, it's gonna be okay
Just forget about comfort and forget about hate
Oh Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
Woah, Woah, Woah (It's gonna be okay)
Bridges and tunnels, turnpike Sprite
The weight on my shoulders gets worse at night
The bag in his pocket, the bottles in the van
The closer we get, the more chance I have
The weight on my shoulders gets worse at night
The bag in his pocket, the bottles in the van
The closer we get, the more chance I have
To prove that I'm still normal, to show you that I'm bad
If Billy stops playing, then we might kiss goodbye
"Oh Maggie I don't know, don't know who we are"
Said David on his way back to the Ramada bar
When he met with Joey and explained the way he felt
But Joey just had basecall and cocaine in his head
Oh Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, it's okay to fall
Even when you're thirsty for your man to call
Oh Davey, Davey, Davey, it's gonna be okay
Just forget about comfort and forget about hate
No hot tub, no beaches, no vodka, no drugs
David left with Maggie, we chilled with Cobra Skulls
Awake with the same music, the devotion and fame
New Jersey is calling the same forbidden game
It's the politics of starving, the reason we failed
It's easy to be happy now, before nothing ever worked
Oh Maggie, Maggie, Maggie, it's okay to fall
Even when you're thirsty for your man to call
Oh Davey, Davey, Davey, it's gonna be okay
Just forget about comfort and forget about hate
Oh Maggie, Maggie, Maggie
Woah, Woah, Woah (It's gonna be okay)
Bridges and tunnels, turnpike Sprite
The weight on my shoulders gets worse at night
The bag in his pocket, the bottles in the van
The closer we get, the more chance I have