Letra de Trash - Deer Tick
Letra de canci�n de Trash de Deer Tick lyrics
Think it's gonna snow, I think I'll stay home
The thought of goin' out, sends chills down my back bone
Look 'round the house, lookin' for the past
I wanted too much more, and now look where I'm at
Look where I'm at
When the sun will shine, and I can see the grass
Bid you sayonara, and pack my tracks
I look around the bars, check every show
Just to reconfirm that it's my time to go
It's my time to go
Where's all the romance that I used to know?
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
With the open road
Think I'm gonna stop, think I'm gonna rest
Wicked man is tired, and he don't wanna jest
Get what I want, say what I can
I guess it's no surprise when I show up again
Show up again
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I don't dig the food, I don't want the drink
I dry out in style, I waste all my ink
I'm checkin' out past noon, bill me if you want
It's my disposition as a wasteful savant
As a wasteful savant
Where's all the romance that I used to know?
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road
Where's all the romance that I used to know?
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road, oh oh oh
Where's all the romance that I used to know?
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road, oh
Yeah
And a-one, two, three, four
The thought of goin' out, sends chills down my back bone
Look 'round the house, lookin' for the past
I wanted too much more, and now look where I'm at
Look where I'm at
When the sun will shine, and I can see the grass
Bid you sayonara, and pack my tracks
I look around the bars, check every show
Just to reconfirm that it's my time to go
It's my time to go
Where's all the romance that I used to know?
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
With the open road
Think I'm gonna stop, think I'm gonna rest
Wicked man is tired, and he don't wanna jest
Get what I want, say what I can
I guess it's no surprise when I show up again
Show up again
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/trash-deer-tick.php
I don't dig the food, I don't want the drink
I dry out in style, I waste all my ink
I'm checkin' out past noon, bill me if you want
It's my disposition as a wasteful savant
As a wasteful savant
Where's all the romance that I used to know?
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road
Where's all the romance that I used to know?
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road, oh oh oh
Where's all the romance that I used to know?
I wanna fall in love again with the open road
The open road, oh
Yeah
And a-one, two, three, four