Well said in my head
Dumb it down
Well screamed that was
Things got better when you left
Your friends always say that
But
I can drive by
in your overtime
we can play around till
On the first day
I set the scene on a magazine
And
Well at least this time you were right and you
[Instrumental]
Down in the boat it was strange not to know
I look on now
Either way that the wind blows
I
I want a color TV
And a newspaper blocking the door
I
First
I bit you and spit you out
When there was a
[Instrumental]
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