Lyrics
matt bradley's got the broken teeth, he wears a jean jacket with a bullet in the sleeve, he's just another southern boy who dreams of nights in nyc, and i sing along, i sing along, my tears don't matter much, they don't matter much, doug deluca's voice could break a heart, i recorded every song, i used up three whole tapes, and put 'em in a box, to give away, to break a heart, my tears don't matter much, they don't matter much, when the boys sing their songs, and the kids they sing along. i'm just another southern boy who dreams of nights in nyc, and i sing along, i sing along, cory branan's got an evil streak, and a way with words that'll bring you to your knees, oh he can play the wildest shows and he can sing so sweet, i still sing along, my tears don't matter much, they don't matter much, when the boys sing their songs, and the kids they sing along. i'm just another southern boy who dreams of nights in nyc, and i sing along, i still sing along, my tears don't matter much, they don't matter much
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Artist: lucero