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If Raymond Carver Were Born In the '90s
I'm just waking up, my mouth tastes like rust I think I'm still drunk, and my head is a snare drum A breeze pass the window, has got the curtains all dancing like ghosts Sift through telephone of texts Construct a composite sketch of last night's events
All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls And bringing children into this world Signing their names to a home on lands they've captured Me? I'm still writing songs I'm scared you'll hear some day
There's tall ships on the horizon. With baby steps in cement A few sips to shed this worry, a few bottles to forget And I spend my nights making love to someone I could never love Passing out in a passionless embrace Rehearsing exit strategies for my escape
All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And bringing children into this world Signing their names to a home on lands they've captured Me? I'm still writing songs I'm scared you'll hear some day
All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls And bringing children into this world Signing their names to a home on lands they've captured Me? I'm still writing songs I'm scared you'll hear
All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls (All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls) All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls (All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls) All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls (All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls) All my friends are buying diamonds for their girls
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