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The White Stripes - Little Cream Soda lyrics
Well, every highway that I go down Seems to be longer than The last one that I knew about Oh, well. And every girl that I walk around Seems to be more of an illusion than The last one that I found Oh, well. And this old man in front of me Wearing canes and ruby rings Is like containing an explosion when he sings. But, with every chance to set himself on fire He just ends up doing the same thing. Well, each beautiful thing I come across Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off. Oh, well. And there was a time when all I wanted was my Ice cream a little colder, and a little cream soda Oh, well, oh, well. And a wooden box and and alley full of rocks Was all I had to care about Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well. But, now my mind is filled with rubber tires And forest fires And whether I'm a liar. And lots of other situations where I don't know What to do, at which time God screams to me, "There's nothing left for me to tell you." Nothing left for me to tell you. Nothing left. Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well. Oh, well. Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well. Oh, well. |
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