Lyrics

All the kids on the playground waiting for the bell ring And then the sky shatter millions to [?] Said that I could remember the day as it turn into evening And through the darkness your hand and soul reaches It might, and is what you want Let's go outside I don't know what I want Singing out Now sitting there, boring beaches Like a child sit in your back seat mom I am a president, call for impeachment Through the darkness you're hand slowly reaches, for me It might, and is what you want Let's go outside Do we know what I want And that's why we're singing out It might, and is what you want Let's go outside Do, do, do we know what I want And that's why, that's why That's why I'm singing out
Writer(s): Derek James Fudesco, Marty Lund, Peter Thomas Quirk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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