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Rand Reynolds - Serious Black lyrics
Whiskey bottle broken on the floor Sweat and vomit smeared upon my door. Not the kind of place you’d bring a friend But I don’t worry, I ain’t got none left. Gray days falling my way Crowding round me like a frozen parade. Walking these streets, spreading this fear Go back to what you were doing, I got business here. Shoot out the lights Don’t tell me you can’t Bad luck Even more than I’ve had I’ve fallen into Serious Black. Turn back, turn back the clock Let me fix what I broke, let me right my wrong. The old man got his finger on me Watching what I do and letting me breathe. For awhile, while longer tonight Till I straighten up, and fly right. It’s time to pay up, gimme what you got I ain’t no Easter Bunny, I’m no Santa Claus. |
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