Titles Under Pressure

Come to see you again, people who drink

And when I step away, I'm going to see the face as before

They begin to change and when you holler me back I won't turn 'round not to say that next time I'm staying away from this place

I cannot make more mistakes

What I have in my hands is, it is worth worth a million in gold

I will travel this side to that side

From water to the shore