You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?

Say he who rides a pony must someday fall

Talkin' to my alter, life is what you make it

And if you make it death well rest your soul away

Away, away yeah child



It's a broken kind of feeling

She'd have to tie me to the ceiling

A bad moon's a comin' better say your prayers child

I wanna tell that I love you but does it really matter you?

I just can't stand to see you dragging down again

Again my baby I'm here, oh yeah, so I'm singing







And this is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that leaves me alone

Yes it does



And this is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that leaves me alone



I uses to treat you like a lady

Now you're a substitute teacher

This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight

I owe the man some money so I'm turnin' over honey

You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time



And this is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that leaves me alone

Yes it does



And this is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's unkind that, it's unkind that

It leave me alone



Like a crown of thorns

It's all who you know, yeah

So don't burn your bridges woman

'Cause someday, yeah



Kick it, oh yeah

And this is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that leaves me alone, yeah



This is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

It's the kind that

It's the kind that, yeah, yeah



Baby I said, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon yeah"

I said," Baby don't burn your bridges woman"

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