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Текст (слова) песни: The Good Life - Some Bullshit Escape



Called in sick for work
said the fevers getting worse
There`s a lot of that going around
I packed a duffle bag
With some clothes from the attic
It`s getting colder in the evening

I hocked my pocket watch
And a couple old guitars
I could hardly stand to play them
I drew all my savings out
Closed my bank account
stuck the money in the glove box

I drove away on Monday
I couldn`t say where I was going to
It`s just something I had to do
I was bored of it by Thursday
driving amorously down aimless interstates
searching for queues
Yeah for you

And I don`t know where you are
I guess I haven`t looked to hard
because I`m afraid that I might find you
IS it special where you are
Like Xanadu or Shangri-La
Is it anything like Omaha

I called in sick on Monday
I was already of the next couple of days
Some bullshit escape
I was back to work on Thursday
yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat
The fever bite me, yeah it bite me
But I been sleeping and taking things
I think I`ve got it beat...

 

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