Son You've got a way to fall They'll tell you where to go But they won't know | | Son You'd better take it all They'll tell you what they know But they won't show |
Oh I've got something in my throat I need to be alone While I suffer | | Son You've got a way to kill They're picking on you still But they don't know |
Son You'd better wait to shine They'll tell you what is yours But they'll take mine | | Oh I've got something in my throat I need to be alone While I suffer |
Oh There's a hole inside my boat And I need stay afloat For the summer Long | | Oh I've got something in my throat I need to be alone While I suffer |
Oh There's a hole inside my boat And I need stay afloat For the summer | | Son You've got to wait to fall They'll tell you where to go But they won't know |
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