Jamie MacDowell and Tom Thum - Fever and love | Текст песни

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• Jamie MacDowell and Tom Thum
• Fever and love

You're a little bit of water.
A little bit of blood.
A little bit of reason.
And a little bit of luck.
You're a little bit of fever.
A little bit of love.
A little bit of falling.
And a lot of getting up.

You're just another drunk
in just another dive bar.
Saying cheer as last times
stay in close as last night.

You're just another waitress
stretching every paycheck.
Behind on her statements for education payments.

You're just another traveller,
you think you've got character because
you've been to India or Africa
to study the vernaculars.

A lonely man, who got the bony hands.
Picking up the soda cans to pay his wage.

You`re a little bit of water,
A little bit of blood.
A little bit of reason,
A little bit of luck.
Just a little bit of fever,
And a little bit of love.
A little bit of falling
And lot of getting up.

You're just another actress
with just another agent.
Selling drugs to pay rent
and pawning off your bracelets.

Just another overweight
Living on left over take away.
Addicted to thick-shakes,
ignoring the headaches.

A Bob Dylan want-to-be,
sitting in economy.
Pouring over poems
like they're tickets to the lottery.

An unlucky citizen,
to watch the house he's living in
filling with water again.

You`re a little bit of water,
A little bit of blood.
A little bit of reason,
And a little bit of luck.
Just a little bit of fever,
And a little bit of love.
A little bit of falling
And lot of getting up.

You're just another bride
on the best day of her life
a skydiver on his ninth flight
relaxing for the first time.

Just another dancer
dressed up in the Funk.
You're resting in the build ups
and waiting for the drums.

You're just another father
who just met his new grandson.
Sitting next to grandma
looking at the new mom.

You're just another activist
you're working for the peace core.
Another first kiss
from the boy you got the thing for.

You're a little bit of water.
A little bit of blood.
A little bit of reason.
And little bit of luck.
Just a little bit of fever.
And a little bit of love.
A little bit of falling...

Well, my daddy left home when I was three
He didn't leave much to mama and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze
I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me Sue... Sue... Sue...

You're just another version
of every other person.
You could have been a surgeon.
You could have been a nun.

I'm just another hipster
with long hair and whiskers,
and these pants that don't fit.
Sat staring at the sun

Well non of us are any more the wiser
than any other kind of person
living next to where the other assholes run.

So I'm just gonna write and sing play and
love my friends, and drink
'cause I don't have a clue to when
the end is gonna come.