Tears on the sleeve of a man Don't wanna be a boy today Heard the eternal footman Bought himself a bike to race And greg he writes letters and burns his cds They say you were something in those formative years Hold on to nothing as fast as you can Well still pretty good year
Maybe a bright sandy beach Is gonna bring you back Maybe not so now you're off You're gonna see america Well let me tell you something about america Pretty good year
Some things are melting now Well what's it gonna take till my baby's alright
And greg he writes letters with his birthday pen Somthimes he's aware that they're drawing him in Lucy was pretty your best friend agreed Well still pretty good year
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