You think your life's so gray
You don't believe a word you say
Your feet aren't on the ground
You let your life just slip away
Just so uncertain of your body and your soul
The promises you make, your mind goes blank
And then you lose control
Then you lose control
I never was the one, the one to say the things you say
Never seem to wonder what you say
You think you got your life completely in control
You got a lot to learn, the bridge you burned
It's gonna take its toll
Pay the burnt bridge toll
So practice what you preach
Practice what you preach
Preach!
Practice what you preach
Practice what you preach
Preach!
Practice what you preach
You think your life's so gray
You don't believe a word you say
Your feet aren't on the ground
You let your life just slip away
Just so uncertain of your body and your soul
The promises you make, your mind goes blank
And then you lose control
Pay the burnt bridge toll
Then you lose control
Pay the burnt bridge toll
So practice what you preach
So practice what you preach
Preach!
Practice what you preach
Practice what you preach
Preach!
Now that you're gone, all that's left is a band of gold
All that's left of the dreams I hold, a band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you were still here with me
You took me from the shelter of my mother
I had never known or loved any other
We kissed after taking vows
But that night on our honeymoon
We stayed in separate rooms
I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom, hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before
Now you've been gone, all that's left is a band of gold
All that's left of the dreams I hold, a band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you were still here with me
(Memories of what love could be)
(If you were still here with me)
Don't you know that I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom, hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before
Since you've been gone, all that's left is a band of gold
All that's left of the dreams I hold, a band of gold
And the memories of what love could be
If you were still here with me
I wait in the darkness of my lonely room
Filled with sadness, filled with gloom, hoping soon
That you'll walk back through that door
And love me like you tried before
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