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Lyrics:

                                                  
There ain’t gonna be no conversation
everything was said way back when
If I could change I’d take all of the blame
Just to hold you in my arms once again

Now it’s good old boys and barfly buddies
Frosty silver bullets gone in a flash
Here’s to sad songs that old jukebox plays on.
Got to sooth a wounded heart that beats too fast

I just need a little cold comfort
Cold comfort
That’s all I’ve got since you went and said goodbye
This beer tastes just like heartbreak
That’s solo cup is my only friend tonight
I’ll get over you for now all I can do
Is raise a glass of cold comfort
Cold comfort

All the boys went home to wives and steady girlfriends
So I’m holding this here fort for my foolish pride
The call displays on yeah it’s your number I’m callin
I said I’ve never call I guess I lied

Now it’s seven hours, twelve drafts later,
Somebody’s number written on my hand...
The neon shines on but boy you’re still gone
Its closin time and I could use a friend

I just need a little cold comfort
Cold comfort
That’s all I’ve got since you went and said
goodbye
This beer tastes just like heartbreak
That solo cup is my only friend tonight