This futon I crashed on in college, well it ain't our bed But at least it don't smell like you
Patron up on the counter, well it ain't your red Them long stems are long gone too
Put that record on, took your pictures off the shelf Oh, 'cause every little bit helps
* Might not get me all the way over you But every little bit gets me a little bit closer to
Walkin' right out of your valley of the shadow of death Step by step, I'm gettin'
Out from under that spell you put on me I know you just left and I know I might only be
One night into your "goodbye, gone" kinda hell
Oh, but every little bit helps
And this fiver might only spin my tires to the other side of town
But at least I'm out of this house And this dive's tired, the band, man, it ain't my sound
But at least they're playin' it loud Two beers in and I'll be long gone come 12
Oh, 'cause every little bit helps
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Every sip, every drink That girl and her wink It ain't much but I think That every little bit helps
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