The rains came through one day.
They rolled right in one ear and out the other again.
Somehow these days always seem to play on repeat.
I don't talk trouble, don't go looking for fights.
I never had a brother, never gonna take a wife.
Talk to me in ten years babe, will you still be my self-made muse?
Hey hey, what do you say?
We live under the sun, damn, we gotta get paid.
Hey ho, what do you know, it's a long, cold walk through this world of snow.
You get three more questions kid, you've really done it now.
Your pretty face just lost in this fluorescence shining down.
We're all in love with the idea, rather than the proper noun.
Hey hey, what do you say?
We live under the sun, damn, we gotta get paid.
Hey ho, what do you know, it's a long, cold walk through this world of snow.
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