The Futurist
Skrivet 2012-02-10 Klockan 22:16:20
This is the night I've been dreaming of forever
Mirror takes a look at my face
I'll never set foot in that rat hole again
But I'll drive to your place
I spit gravel
As I back out of the back door
And the twenties roll aroun in my hand
It's funny now, when I don't show up on
Monday
They'll go nuts, and eat their hats, well, what
do you think of that?
She says, you're throing life away
To move with a man like me
She's not blind
She just don't have mind to see
This is a habit I'm breaking now forever
I'm weary from trying to shake it
So when I askif ytour don't give me your hand
I'll take it
Right now
From your mother's side of town
She says, you're throwing life away
To move with a man like me
She's not blind
She justdon't have a mind to see
She say's, you're throwing life away
To move with a man like me
Just to move with a man like me
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