Seem to dumb everything thing down
I got wished a lot of luck
And I'll tell you what it's worth now
It's a cold-blooded style
Never was worth while
You're as good as they come
But you're suck a fucking trial
You went and called me up
Do you bother me on purpose?
You make me feel like I'm half my age
And at least twice as nervous
You go out whistling Sweet Caroline
And I'm being a big pain
'Cos I never speak my mind
It's a miracle how
No offense is taken
But I'm full of them, man
Any time you feel up to face them
You go drink your problems still
A statue in the barroom
You've got feelings left to kill
Yeah, I won't forget it too soon
Mic city sons Seem to dumb everything thing down I got wished a lot of luck And I'll tell you what it's worth now It's a cold-blooded style Never was worth while You're as good as they come But you're suck a fucking trial You went and called me up Do you bother me on purpose? You make me feel like I'm half my age And at least twice as nervous You go out whistling Sweet Caroline And I'm being a big pain 'Cos I never speak my mind It's a miracle how No offense is taken But I'm full of them, man Any time you feel up to face them You go drink your problems still A statue in the barroom You've got feelings left to kill Yeah, I won't forget it too soon Explain Request ×
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