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He said "I wonder when the red glove will hit me this week" "Wallop and wind me, slump my grand physique" Through a blanket of noise the sun felt weak Where a spotlit man just tries not to misspeak Wandering around, just a conveyor belt Shuffling the 5 jokers I've been dealt And his head's practically dragging along the felt While sleepwalking through a too far gone sunbelt Knock the wind right out of me Knock the wind right out of me Knock the wind right out of me The cars slinking over the horizon out of view And it only looks vibrant 'cause you're passing through Overwrought you've got a lot to live up to 'Cause they'll be chopping down the trees for a more pleasant view Knock the wind right out of me Knock the wind right out of me Knock the wind right out of me He said "I wonder when the red glove will hit me this week" "Wallop and wind me, slump my grand physique" Through a blanket of noise the sun felt weak Where a spotlit man just tries not to misspeak
Writer(s): Jonathan Luke Elgie, Richard Thomas Sutton, John Martindale, Callum Pitt, Gavin John Campbell Christie, Jonathan Lathbury Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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