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Complicated Type

アーティスト:Michael Trent  アルバム:The Winner 

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He was a sweet boy Never mean to cause no trouble Couldn't help but be polite He probably learned it from his mother He's a complicated type A complicated type Complicated type Grew up real fast Just like Carolina He hid his drugs under his bible Mixed his whisky with his wine He had a sparkle in his eye Like just before you cry Like right before you cry Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa It was a long night He'd been sittin' at the bar When they turned off all the lights He started lookin' for his car But when his eyes began to gleam And the lights started to stream Well he slipped into a dream Well now while most Folks dream of money, love, and hope His were of violent, crashing waves And bodies swinging, tied to ropes While his whole family laughed aloud


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