And the craziest thing that I've ever heard
Was whispered so soft there was barely a word
Can't nobody hold her to nothing
There's a car in the air and it's paid for I'm sure
The pain in the air is just won't run anymore
I waited and waited but there weren't any cure
On the day it was made it was busted
There's a bum on the beach, there's a world of sand
There's a girl out there somewhere just meeting a man
I dream of it so often I built me a tan
When I'm cold and I'm deep in the winter
With the pen coast and the black and greys
As summertime rolls and it's coming our way
The thing I need to dream, has been raining in May
It's dug in and deep as a splinter
There's cash for the clerk who smokes for the maid
I spoke to the priest, there's men to be saved
But I got her number when I got her name
Three days from now I will call her
Cause I am an oak and smoking here
A joke that I just can't leaning on it
That I should have spoke when I kept it all in
Now I can't tell nobody nothing
The wishes got dusty and dirty and dry
Got ridden too hard for too many nights
But some kind of restlessness keeps them alive
Just a little more reasoned and roughened
With the pen coast and the black and greys
As summertime rolls and it's coming our way
The thing I need to dream, has been raining in May
It's dug in and deep as a splinter
As summertime rolls and it's coming our way
It's dug in and deep as a splinter
There's a pen for the page, there's a cage for the bird
And the craziest thing that I've ever heard
Was whispered so soft there was barely a word
Can't nobody hold her to nothing
There's a pen for the page, there's a cage for the bird And the craziest thing that I've ever heard Was whispered so soft there was barely a word Can't nobody hold her to nothing There's a car in the air and it's paid for I'm sure The pain in the air is just won't run anymore I waited and waited but there weren't any cure On the day it was made it was busted There's a bum on the beach, there's a world of sand There's a girl out there somewhere just meeting a man I dream of it so often I built me a tan When I'm cold and I'm deep in the winter With the pen coast and the black and greys As summertime rolls and it's coming our way The thing I need to dream, has been raining in May It's dug in and deep as a splinter There's cash for the clerk who smokes for the maid I spoke to the priest, there's men to be saved But I got her number when I got her name Three days from now I will call her Cause I am an oak and smoking here A joke that I just can't leaning on it That I should have spoke when I kept it all in Now I can't tell nobody nothing The wishes got dusty and dirty and dry Got ridden too hard for too many nights But some kind of restlessness keeps them alive Just a little more reasoned and roughened With the pen coast and the black and greys As summertime rolls and it's coming our way The thing I need to dream, has been raining in May It's dug in and deep as a splinter As summertime rolls and it's coming our way It's dug in and deep as a splinter There's a pen for the page, there's a cage for the bird And the craziest thing that I've ever heard Was whispered so soft there was barely a word Can't nobody hold her to nothing Explain Request ×
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