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(t. bryn) i can't stick around she said not much to be found she said i ought to know, time goes by slowly i am here and i am young life is here and not much fun somehow some way, i missed my day don't you ever get sick of feeling sick about it ? don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ? she wakes up and cracks a beer wants to feel she isn't here sometimes she cries and she doesn't know why she is only twenty-two and she feels her life is through blames it on fate, starts drinking at eight don't you ever get sick of feeling sick about it ? don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ? sorrow floats she's too young to feel that old she's too kind to be that cold i try to help, i just start to yell too much time is spent to think too much money spent on drink i'm far away but still i should say don't you ever get sick if feeling sick about it ? don't you ever get sick of feeling sick without it ? sorrow floats you can't drown you sorrows or on you will be the joke because the only thing you will drown is yourself 'cause you see my dear, sorrow floats sorrow floats sorrow floats sorrow floats sorrow floats |
