Ryan Cook - The O.C.D. blues | Текст песни

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I cant stand a thing out of place and I don’t like a clutter in my space
I wear these lines on my face just looking for another way to rearrange
The O.C.D blues
When I wash the dishes they dont come clean but I got a coupon in a magazine
I carried it around for 14 days just waiting for a day to spend it
I got the O.C.D blues
OH MY GOD WHY
OH WHY MUST I
I got a feeling called the sleepless nights
I can’t rest until I get it right
I locked the door a hundred times
I got the O.C.D blues
Please don’t touch that TV screen I got too many reasons to wipe it clean
I spent the weekend alphabetizing the DVDs I was organizing with
The O.C.D blues
Who got the keys did I do that but I cant remember where I put em at
Over the Frigidaire under the bed I’ve looked all over and I’ve lost my head on
The O.C.D blues
OH MY GOD WHY
OH WHY MUST I
I got a feeling called the sleepless nights
I can’t rest until I get it right
I locked the door a hundred times
I got the O.C.D blues

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