| Song | Three Weeks |
| Artist | Broadway Calls |
| Album | Broadway Calls |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ve been a slave to this road for so long it seems, | |
| The white lines are never ending, | |
| And they haunt my dreams. | |
| I force these smiles all night, | |
| And it hurts my cheeks, | |
| My stomach turns, | |
| My hair turns white, | |
| It’s only been three weeks. | |
| This long term separation, | |
| From lover’s getting old. | |
| I break hearts across this nation, | |
| But there’s one back home that’s killing this boy. | |
| Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
| The confession’s coming in, | |
| Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
| There’ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. [x2] | |
| Your selfish words and insults, | |
| Are killing me. | |
| There’s no movement on the dance floor, | |
| And my throat can’t sing. | |
| My glossy eyes look for you, | |
| But they just can’t see. | |
| My stomach turns, | |
| My hair turns white, | |
| It’s only been three weeks. | |
| This long term separation, | |
| From lover’s getting old. | |
| I break hearts across this nation, | |
| But there’s one back home that’s killing this boy. | |
| Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
| The confession’s coming in, | |
| Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
| There’ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. [x2] | |
| This long term separation, | |
| From lover’s getting old. | |
| I break hearts across this nation, | |
| But there’s one back home that’s killing this boy. | |
| Brace yourself… | |
| Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
| The confession’s coming in, | |
| Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
| There’ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. [x2] |
| I' ve been a slave to this road for so long it seems, | |
| The white lines are never ending, | |
| And they haunt my dreams. | |
| I force these smiles all night, | |
| And it hurts my cheeks, | |
| My stomach turns, | |
| My hair turns white, | |
| It' s only been three weeks. | |
| This long term separation, | |
| From lover' s getting old. | |
| I break hearts across this nation, | |
| But there' s one back home that' s killing this boy. | |
| Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
| The confession' s coming in, | |
| Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
| There' ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. x2 | |
| Your selfish words and insults, | |
| Are killing me. | |
| There' s no movement on the dance floor, | |
| And my throat can' t sing. | |
| My glossy eyes look for you, | |
| But they just can' t see. | |
| My stomach turns, | |
| My hair turns white, | |
| It' s only been three weeks. | |
| This long term separation, | |
| From lover' s getting old. | |
| I break hearts across this nation, | |
| But there' s one back home that' s killing this boy. | |
| Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
| The confession' s coming in, | |
| Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
| There' ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. x2 | |
| This long term separation, | |
| From lover' s getting old. | |
| I break hearts across this nation, | |
| But there' s one back home that' s killing this boy. | |
| Brace yourself | |
| Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
| The confession' s coming in, | |
| Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
| There' ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. x2 |
| I' ve been a slave to this road for so long it seems, | |
| The white lines are never ending, | |
| And they haunt my dreams. | |
| I force these smiles all night, | |
| And it hurts my cheeks, | |
| My stomach turns, | |
| My hair turns white, | |
| It' s only been three weeks. | |
| This long term separation, | |
| From lover' s getting old. | |
| I break hearts across this nation, | |
| But there' s one back home that' s killing this boy. | |
| Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
| The confession' s coming in, | |
| Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
| There' ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. x2 | |
| Your selfish words and insults, | |
| Are killing me. | |
| There' s no movement on the dance floor, | |
| And my throat can' t sing. | |
| My glossy eyes look for you, | |
| But they just can' t see. | |
| My stomach turns, | |
| My hair turns white, | |
| It' s only been three weeks. | |
| This long term separation, | |
| From lover' s getting old. | |
| I break hearts across this nation, | |
| But there' s one back home that' s killing this boy. | |
| Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
| The confession' s coming in, | |
| Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
| There' ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. x2 | |
| This long term separation, | |
| From lover' s getting old. | |
| I break hearts across this nation, | |
| But there' s one back home that' s killing this boy. | |
| Brace yourself | |
| Brace yourself, brace yourself. | |
| The confession' s coming in, | |
| Gonna make it loud and clear, | |
| There' ll be blood flowing falling from your ears. x2 |