So Far Lyrics - 15 - Buckcherry

I'll tell you how the stories told 

Come on, oh 

I'll tell you how the stories told 

I always wanted so much more 

And way on down the road 

I caught a glimpse of the sunlight 

Working on my favorite thing 

Using every piece of me 

Drinking, and smoking 

And fucking and making nothing 

I didn't do it for money 

I did it all for free 

I did it all to fill the fucking hole 

Inside of me 

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So far it's working out 

Everything's different now, so far 

Think about what you know 

Forget about what your told 

She how your story grows 

And let it come from your own mind 

Do all your favorite things 

Cover it with all your dreams 

Breathe it, and smoke it 

And fuck it and make it something 

I didn't do it for money 

I did it all for free 

I didn't it all to fill the fucking hole 

Inside of me 

So far it's working out 

Everything's different now, so far 

So far the mean machine 

Hasn't got the best of me, so far 

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I'll tell you how the stories told 

I always wanted so much more 

And way on down the road 

I caught a glimpse of the sunlight 

I didn't do it for money 

I did it all for free 

I didn't it all to fill the fucking hole 

Inside of me 

So far it's working out 

Everything's different now, so far 

So far the mean machine 

Hasn't got the best of me, so far 

So far it's working out 

Everything's different now, so far 

So far the mean machine 

Hasn't got the best of me, so far