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Dylan Thomas Days

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Treetops spinning at the outskirts of my vision In the back yard of a stranger on the edges of my mind I lay broken with my belly up to heaven, I guess Drinking hard for seven days can turn your blue eyes blind Held that tragic destiny Like a puppet on my knee Blurred the line 'tween him and me And nearly lost my soul 'till I realized I could Get that puppet, get him good I used that doll for kindling wood To warm me from the cold Chorus: Oh my Dylan Thomas days are finally over I'm through with all those self-destructive ways And though I ain't exactly clean at least I'm sober I made it through my Dylan Thomas days Lord have mercy, it's a sunny, Sunday morning And I am not in a coma and there's nothing I regret I did not wake up thirsty or to the sound of my own snoring And the not so faint aroma of tequila on my breath What a concept, can it be?


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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