farm - Overgrown | Текст песни

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• Overgrown

you play the table saw
I'll play the barking dog
with picture perfect timing on the radio
the kind with blinking clock
If I grow to be an old man
wish me luck I guess
I see an open space
you see an airforce base
my mind tends to run behind till it gets late
you can tell by the blinking clock
If I grow to be an old man
wish me luck, I guess
the country talked to the city
the city talked to the town
the town fell asleep on the job
the job didn't pay anyhow
it's overgrown
can't be chopped down
tape up your boots
sleep on a log
no telegraph
your pharmacist
he is your barber
he is your dentist
the ocean's fine
I was just there
it got me wet
it got me wet.

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