Day Old Blues

"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 expectation 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 blues Peach Christmas lights spitting German ling, Feels like a fast or homeless sleep At least there's a record that I love to play, Dreaming about a place I'll never see Betty, Betty, Annie is praying, Baby with a man like lung Smell her crying fighting back a fever Mad as hell give up [Thanks to Этот e-mail защищен от спам-ботов. Для его просмотра в вашем браузере должна быть включена поддержка Java-script for these lyrics]

 

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