Somebody told me once
There’ll be no good son
This life ain’t made for dreams
And you’ll probably end up no one
Grab a seventies job
In the 21st century
And a woman that you love
‘Cause love might set you free
And I said
I’m not fancy of your life style, not thrilled by the way you move
Blues turns out to be my only friend and I felt in love with her groove
Paper cuts won’t bother me, I’ve got six strings to ease my pain
Mad hatter skills that no one knows, now it’s time to go insane
You just fly on, go home
Ah, that’s right.
See the lights turning red
On this green afternoon
Two pills under my tongue
And I eat my brains on your silver spoon, babe
The taste of your soul
It’s none compared to mine
Turns out that I’m no one
And that might be just fine
I’m not fancy of your life style, not thrilled by the way you move
Blues turns out to be my only friend and I felt in love with her groove
Paper cuts won’t bother me, I’ve got six strings to ease my pain
Mad hatter skills that no one knows, now it’s time to go insane
You just fly on, go home
You just fly on and go away.
You just fly on, go home
You just fly on, go home
You just fly on, go home
You just fly on, go home
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