Sunday's Best - Looks Like a Mess | Текст песни

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Drank it up slowly as I looked at the only people in the room. \"It's okay to admit that you have been laughed at,\" said Mr. Deacon Blues. Then some broken fool laughed and high-fived the bar back, \"I'll have another round.\" Raised it up to the ceiling, said this one with feeling, \"What's the matter with this town?\" If I look like a mess, I must be a mess. Kick snare and high hat, crushed cigarette pack, 2 is coming soon. Kids on a wall plaque, \"AYSO Champs, Summer '92.\" Good hands don't deserve this. Maybe someday you'll learn, kid, silence is a sound. Raise it up to the ceiling, make this one with feeling. We'll drink until we drown. If I look like a mess, I must be a mess, turning on and off and on and off.

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