Песня: Day Old Blues Toss me a breath, when you hold me down hot like a razor on my face something's growing that don't help me now paging the doctor just in case
Low and behold things are killing me silly expectations of a dream girls are gonna love the way i toss my hair boys are gonna hate the way i seem
Day old, day old, day old day old, day old, day old, day old blues
Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling feels like a fast or homeless sleep at least there's a record that i love to playe dreaming about a place i'll never see
Betty, Betty, Annie is a praying baby with a man like a lung Smell her crying fighting back a fever mad as hell give up
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