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Counting Crows Saturday Nights & Sunday Mornings Hanging Tree she brings her friends so we won't have to be alone a fear that I might loose composer without warning I am a child of fire, I am a liar I have desire but I was born inside the sun this morning This dirty life of mine Is hangin' me up all the time This dirty life is just a haning tree This dirty life of mine Is hangin' me up all the time This dirty life is just a haning tree They say good evening when they don't know what to say And they say good morning we wish you would go home You open windows and you wait for someone warm to come inside and then you freeze to death alone [chorus] You call the waittress but it's time for her to go and shit I know everyone eventually leaving But I got a pair of wings for my birthday and I will fall down through the sun this evening [chorus] |
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