Текст (слова) песни: Lucksmiths, The - I Can`t Believe It`s Not Better
Take your time Or some of mine I’ve got more than I know what to do with It’s getting boring At the wrong end of the morning Staring myself stupid Into a turned-off television Cross-eyed, couch-ridden
I should get myself to bed Or get myself together I suppose it could be worse But I can’t believe it’s not better
A lot depends On the friendliness of friends I reckon I should reconsider So come on, spring to my defence When nothing else makes sense But unemployment figures I can still afford to find it funny That there’s so much month left at the end of the money
I should get myself to bed Or get myself together I suppose it could be worse But I can’t believe it’s not better
Hurry up! Hurry up! It would be good to go outside I know it’s late but I’m willing to wait I’m just so sick and tired Of the ceilings and floors Of the not-so-great indoors
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