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Zach Bryan - hits galore - High Road
hits galore
01. APT.
02. Indigo
03. Apple
04. Beautiful Things
05. WE PRAY
06. Forever Young
07. Lose Control
08. No Pole
09. No One Noticed
10. These Walls
11. High Road
12. places to be
13. Carry You Home
14. Hello Miss Johnson
15. Roses
16. Bundle by Bundle
17. Kisses
18. The Emptiness Machine
19. I Don’t Wanna Wait
20. PORNSTAR
21. Thick of It
22. Austin
23. Spot a Fake
24. Love Me Not
25. Quitter
26. Burning Down
27. Routines in the Night
28. Bad Dreams
29. Sympathy is a knife
30. toxic till the end
31. ALL MY LOVE
32. World Gone Wild
33. last night’s mascara
34. Slow It Down
35. Gang Baby
36. Illusion
37. Heavy Is the Crown
38. Keep Me Honest
39. Tempted
40. This World’s a Giant
41. Sienna
42. Medusa
43. Chill Bae
44. The Door
45. Break My Love
46. Pretty Slowly
47. Gateway Drug
48. After Hours
49. Never Knew
50. Sweet Delusion
Adderall and white-lace bras that makes you fall in love
You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck
New York this time of year ain't good for me
'Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathy

All the boys are crawlin' in some shithole in the wall again
I missed this place more than I missed my home
Everyone is telling me that I need help or therapy
But all I need is to be left alone

She's bound to come back and haunt you forever
There's ghosts in the windows and walls
I've waited by the telephone all fucking night
For someone that ain't ever gonna call

Remember telling me I was gonna hit the big time
You died, guess you told God it was true
Remember sittin' on your porch, you talked about your old regrets
In Tulsa, while the bad things took your brain
It seems the quiet dreams have gotten much too heavy
But I'm home now, and I'll hold you through the pain

She's bound to come back and haunt you forever
There's ghosts in the windows and walls
I've waited by the telephone all fucking night
For someone that ain't ever gonna call

She's bound to come back and haunt you forever
There's ghosts in the windows and walls
I'm waitin' by the telephone all fucking night
Someone that ain't ever gonna call

Adderall and white-lace bras that'll makes you fall in love
You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck
New York this time of year ain't good for me
'Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathy