Now I pay to bring her back 'cause she's just numbers on the jukebox
And A-14 reveals the truth she never cared
Why the love I thought could never die, lies here behind this glass
One by one they're telling all the stories of my past
Now she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I forgot
Now she's just numbers on the jukebox that I lean on
But the angel I was counting on has all but disappeared
And the only trace of her that's left, I find each night in here
Now I pay to bring her back 'cause she's just numbers on the jukebox
I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I forgot
There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
There's a little bit of her in every hurtin' song
B-11 takes me back to the first that dance we shared
I used to hate the thought of her 'til her memory I forgot
