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I keep on havin' all these dreams, no, they're not like other people's Because I'm always fallin' and they're waking up on beaches Or fuckin' to the on sunny days But there's no beach for miles, so it's Marge's cheap cocaine on race days Wakin' up in piles of debt Oh, how he wept, oh, how he wept, oh, he wept 'Cause he's emptied all his wages Into the pockets of the boys that he hated When he was in his hometown Playin' all his favourite sounds In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, pur 'em on, put 'em on Playin' all his favourite sounds In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on And he heads out tonight With dreams of easy women and a watered down pint And he'll drink and snort and smoke Until every single line blurs into one And then he'll try and swim his way through a sea Of Balenciaga bags, expensive cars on PCP And he's stumbling over broken glass and broken dignity I hope he doesn't get his face broken, no, he's not much of a fighter He just tells girls he loves her when he doesn't even like her In his hometown, playin' all his favourite sounds In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Playin' all his favourite sounds In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on And he's so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated And the only way to get it is to empty all his wages Into the pockets of the boys that he hated When he was in school And he's so easily persuaded by his need to feel sedated And the only way to get it is to empty all his wages Into the pockets of the boys that he hated When he was in school When he was in, when he was in his When he was in, when he was in his hometown Playin' all his favourite sounds In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, pur 'em on, put 'em on Playin' all his favourite sounds In the sun, in the sun, in the sun, in the sun Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on Put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on, put 'em on
Writer(s): Ryan Patrick Breslin, James Newcastle Boyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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