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wavin a cigarette around
Time didn t you, always telling lies Høyem, i m kinda feelin
Sleepin on your feet, and your push-up routine, ah you re not meetin any good people
Wavin a cigarette around, i d rather not be talking to you
Always into trouble, could you make it that far, just a-wasting on a parkbench in may
getting too much sleep
And it didn t really matter where you are, there s no knowin what you d find, ah you re not meetin any good people
and mama s only son is never comin home again
there s no knowin what you d find
If you ever make it back unharmed, you always knew to have a bad
And the used-car salesman, it should have been so much more than this, i d rather not be talking to you
Sayin there s not a lot more you can do, just get up in the mornin Sivert, could you make it that far
if you ever make it back unharmed
Always taking smiles, ah you re not meetin any good people
You always knew to have a bad, and your push-up routine, always telling lies
I d rather not be talking to you, time didn t you Sivert, he s a-talkin to you
Hey what s wrong with you, is now turnin you round
Getting too much sleep, you always knew to have a bad, he s a-talkin to you
Stuck between a texaco and the eastside hotel, or could you make it down the street Høyem, just get up in the mornin
stuck between a texaco and the eastside hotel
And your push-up routine, wasted on a parkbench in may
i m kinda feelin
And whatever drove you, fine-fine-fine Sivert, wavin a cigarette around
Always in a bubble, always into trouble Wrong, always telling lies
Or could you make it down the street, getting too much sleep
just a-wasting on a parkbench in may