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Sit, good dog, stay, bad dog, down, roll over
Well here's a good man and a pretty young girl Trying to play together somehow, I'm wasting my life, you're changing the world, I get drunk and watch your head grow It's the good times that we share and the bad times that we'll have It's the good times and the bad times that we had Well it's been a long slow collision, I'm a pitbull, you're a dog, Baby you're foul in clear conditions But you're handsome in the fog So I need some fine wine, and you, you need to be nicer For the good times and the bad times That we'll have Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends Till I go and kill the bottle, I go off over any old thing, Break your heart and raise a glass or ten To the good times that we shared and the bad times that we'll have To the good times and the bad time that we've had Well it's been a long slow collision, I'm a pitbull, you're a dog, Baby you're foul in clear conditions But you're handsome in the fog So I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer For the good times and the bad times we know will come Yeah I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer you need to be nicer you need For the good times and the bad time that we had Sit Good times, bad times Sweet wine, bad wine Good cop, bad cop, Lapdog, bad dog Sit. |
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Burn it all and break your home
This one's for the boys You're a vain and shameless man But hell, I love your voice Skinny fingers and mumbling mouths I'd like to mark your words 'cause sometimes I don't trust you when you're singing Of love and play It's the story of you Losing to your daydream You dancing with a smokescreen Goin' under with your daydream In the wake of a big machine Honey, honey, and money and man All my lonely boys Easy with the sleight of hand You're talking sweet 'bout the pain and the ladies And sometimes you look ugly when you're happy And sometimes you look better when you're down A real good song It's the story of you Losing to your daydream You dancing with a smokescreen Goin' under with your daydream You're sliding through the big sleep Man, you can sing Like you're tryin' to break my heart And you can hate And you can blame it on the stars You're strung up in your guitar You're strung out on who you are Come on boys, it's time you let it go (Losing to your daydream) (You dancing with a smokescreen) (Goin' under with your daydream) (You're sliding through the big sleep) See me losing to your daydream See me dancing with your smokescreen Going under with your daydream In the wake of a big machine In the wake of a big machine In the wake of a big machine |
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