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Sanatçı: Atta Boy

albüm: Out Of Sorts


Sitting in the backseat
Going, going with that wind
Save, save me from that old stress
My shoes are wet with rain
Stomping in every puddle
Will take the dirt from my old dress
Laying on the floor now
Painting with every color
Pearls will fall far from the sky
Can I say I'm insane now?
Bird of a different feather
But treat me like any other goodbye
Bells will ring
And I'll follow you to the grave
So listen, babe
And I'll tell you to be brave
We've got those feet
I'll walk, walk for miles
You can't say I barely tried for gold
I'm the dusty corners
In the basement of your home
Sweep me up and search for what you told
I'm the empty glass
On your barren little bed stand
Drink from me those final drops of bourbon
I'm the one who loves
All the better things about you
But thankfully to you I'm just a burden
Bells will ring
And I'll follow you to the grave
So listen, babe
And I'll tell you to be brave
Tell me a story
Just listen mighty closely
I'm not who you think I am
I'll tell you a story
Just listen mighty closely
I'm not who you think I am
Bells will ring
And I'll follow you to the grave
So listen, babe
And I'll tell you to be brave

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