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11-11-2006, 05:14 AM | #1 (permalink) |
that's my war face.
Join Date: Nov 2005
Posts: 1,418
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possibly the quickest thing I have wrote ever.
seriously. about 5 mins.
He found the transition unnerving The likely lad was swerving He avoided the friction said he was quitting started a new life in the country CHORUS Fever... he's got city fever... Y'knew someday he would leave y' and put behind all the deceivers where's his blanket to fall in? where's his blanket to fall in? past the dry cleaners and behind the loony bin He reeks of Homme Sport got a bad report his parents pointed their fingers in shame He cried with his thumb in his can cutting up his hand "I'll never try this again" CHORUS Fever... he's got city fever... Y'knew someday he would leave y' and put behind all the deceivers where's his blanket to fall in? where's his blanket to fall in? past the dry cleaners and behind the loony bin Where's the brown? It's all gone to your head Eyes of sleep and shoes of lead They're gonna make your world full circle He's tired of the simple life tired of the working life starting a new life in the country CHORUS Fever... he's got city fever... Y'knew someday he would leave y' and put behind all the deceivers where's his blanket to fall in? where's his blanket to fall in? past the dry cleaners and behind the loony bin |
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