pretty things Songtext
von happy John.

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If these types of mornings
Is something you wanna feel
Then by all means take your pick girl
And my drink is still
May I just think of how the moonlight
Would look on your face
And why I see it now from all over the place
Another night another drive
A windchill on the windowsill
Convenient stores and people′s faces trickle in so cool
And I'm an animal under these lights
Yeah we′re just animals under these lights
Bada ba ba ba
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And I'm just stuck on all the pretty things
That I lost
Yeah I'm just stuck on all The pretty things that I lost
The ground is dry the sun is high
I think it′s high time
I think it′s high time I gave it a cry
Oh tell me how was I supposed to make it
Resentment in your heart we'll never make it
Yellow knife in my hand no concept of a savior
And I′m a dot on a map that you engraved
I'm a decimal point inside the number of the shits that you gave
I′ll behave until I'm tucked in my grave
Another night another drive
A windchill on the windowsill
Convenient stores and people′s faces
Trickle in so cool
And I'm an animal under these lights
Yeah we're just animals under these lights
Bada ba ba ba
Bada ba ba ba