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Up All Night
04:10
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I’ve been watching the seasons change
And I’ve been looking for reasons to stay
Feel so much pressure in so many directions
Pushing me closer to your lovin' affection
And as I watch the world go round
I must’ve heard a million sounds
Would you stay and watch me live
So we can see how much I’ll give
Baby, keep me up all night
I wanna hear about your life
And if you think that this is right
I wanna be yours for the rest of mine
Wherever you're goin darling I’ll be there, woo hoo
And if you need some lovin, you know I’ll share.
I’ve been losin my mind thinking bout you
Forgetting to breathe when I’m around you
Don’t know if I'm drownin or if I've got butterflies
But baby, I love you and I wanna cry
And as I watch the world go round
I must’ve heard a million sounds
Would you stay and watch me live
So we can see how much I’ll give
Baby keep me up all night
I wanna hear about your life
And if you think that this is right
I wanna be yours for the rest of mine
Wherever you're goin darling I’ll be there, woo hoo
And if you need some lovin, you know I’ll share.
Wherever you're goin darling I’ll be there, woo hoo
And if you need some lovin, you know I’ll share.
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Orion's Belt
03:55
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Listen to the voice of this old spruce tree
I am his instrument, you can hear him speak through me, yeah
And listen to the sound of these old strings
You can hear their innocence, alongside the darkened in me yeah
I've never lost, I've never lost a fight I've fought
And I've never fought, I've never fought a fight I've won
I found faith, lost touch, but I haven't got much
I don't play, your game, no were not the same
I play my guitar and I, swing life away, by the setting sun
oo woah oo woah (gotta have those woahs)
I play my guitar and I play that bass, and I pretend I'm on the run,
I like to ride on the clouds when you're not around
oo woah oo woah
I take a trip to outer space, there's Orions belt, hit me in the face
We're all right
We don't have to fight
We're all right
Focus on the light
Dance party!
One look inside my heart, and you go blind,
Don’t know why, don’t care, lifes not fair,
Hold your tongue for you are young,
Hold your tongue the air in your lungs.
I play my guitar and I swing life away by the setting sun
oo woah oo woah
I play my guitar and I play that bass and I pretend I'm on the run,
I like to ride on the clouds, when you're not around
oo woah oo woah
I take a trip to outer space,
There's Orions belt, hit me in the face
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3. |
Fly Me to the Moon
04:55
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Fuck Bentley's
03:13
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Hit bents, look across the wall,
I saw a couple of honeys finish up their gar-bage,
I said hey, let me buy you a drink
She said sure, but I won't react the way that you think
I got a boyfriend back in California homes,
We can't have sex but I'll give you the domes
I said, hell yeah for the next ten minutes,
This bitch is in shape guess she does like fitness,
This dick in her mouth, Wally Loh know what I'm talking about
f-f-f-f - f-f-f-f
FUCK BENTLEYS, sing it with me,
10 dollar cover but they'll kick you out before 3,
Turf's empty, what a surprise,
RJ's got the bitches but I don't know why
My ex, works at the register,
I think that our breakup, hit her like a sledgehammer,
She fucked a bunch of dudes and got chlamydia,
She said "I betcha wish ya didn't do it with me did ya?"
I said FUCK, hit bents and got blackout,
Yell this bitch has aids in the middle of a packed house,
Maybe I overreacted, but my entrance was redacted,
And now I'm not ok cuz I fucking drink at big play,
FUCK BENTLEYS, sing it with me,
10 dollar cover but they'll kick you out before 3,
Turf's empty, what a surprise,
RJ's got the bitches but I don't know why
Yo it's a Friday night, last call for alcohol,
That's ok cuz it's time, for my favorite chemical,
THC, that's weed to me, pot to you if you're over 33,
Hit a nice blunt, avoid the hangover,
Pass me a joint and I'll wrap it slow for ya,
Bent's is shit but it's the best we got, if you see me at the bar you better buy me a shot
FUCK BENTLEYS, sing it with me,
10 dollar cover but they'll kick you out before 3,
Turf's empty, what a surprise,
RJ's got the bitches but I don't know why
FUCK BENTL-E-Ys
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