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Able Tasmans - Little Hearts lyrics
Here's a song to cheer you right up Watching people on a bus Most of them have fucked-up someway Their heads, their eyes, their hands, their nose Growing gardens in odd spaces Everybody's wasted on the bus, including us I can see them flutter fills and bugs in silence There's one now See, and it's on the singer And he can hear the fold, fold so hard Imagine all the houses begged by the tables And cozy people sittin' with divine judgement on their side We can go out just to keep the home fires burnin' One suggestion I would make them take is send for a bride But, see, and it's on the singer And he can hear the fold, fold so hard Talk to him while he's young before the boy grows old He'll give you all his heartfelt advice He hasn't yet grown old enough to realize his folly He's OK, OK, OK, OK But, see, and it's on the singer And he can hear them fold, fold, fold the little hard top They fold, fold, fold the little hard top They fold, fold, fold the little hard top They fold, fold, fold the little hard top Talk to him while he's young before the boy grows old He'll give you all his heartfelt advice He hasn't yet grown old enough to realize his folly He's OK, OK, OK But, see, and it's on the singer And he can hear them fold, fold, fold the little hard top They fold, fold, fold the little hard top They fold, fold, fold the little hard top |
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