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Dry Clothes

	作曲 : Baker
	Here's a knapsack rally for the stranger who told
	of a spider, and a purple toad
	The things I heard were wretched and slurred.
	Oh my ears would be cut off at mention,
	But you don't have to cut it off.
	Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps.
	So mother bug don't you bite your tongue
	because there's nothing else to do for your son.
	He rose the dead. He's been sharing his bed
	with the only one he never loved.
	So why should you cry for the licence plate of a colder state?
	Should you talk of the son on the run,
	your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings.
	Oh, you don't have to cut it off.
	Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps.
	I only feel like living when I fell like I'm dying.
	Your baby boy, he only naps.
	Well Missy, sure you can look through my drawers.
	I've got nothing to hide.
	So, crying soul don't you tally the toll
	because where's the love in counting?
	Dry clothes
	Dry clothes
	Dry clothes
	Dry clothes

	zuò qǔ : Baker
	Here' s a knapsack rally for the stranger who told
	of a spider, and a purple toad
	The things I heard were wretched and slurred.
	Oh my ears would be cut off at mention,
	But you don' t have to cut it off.
	Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps.
	So mother bug don' t you bite your tongue
	because there' s nothing else to do for your son.
	He rose the dead. He' s been sharing his bed
	with the only one he never loved.
	So why should you cry for the licence plate of a colder state?
	Should you talk of the son on the run,
	your tongue will be ripped out by ducklings.
	Oh, you don' t have to cut it off.
	Just give it some time. Your baby boy, he only naps.
	I only feel like living when I fell like I' m dying.
	Your baby boy, he only naps.
	Well Missy, sure you can look through my drawers.
	I' ve got nothing to hide.
	So, crying soul don' t you tally the toll
	because where' s the love in counting?
	Dry clothes
	Dry clothes
	Dry clothes
	Dry clothes