Sanoja: Maritime. I Used To Be A Singer.
I used to be a singer
I’d lots of pretty clothes
But now I’m just your neighbor where the streetlight never goes
And they used to have a figure
I’d some nice muscles too
But no one ever tells you gotta work them like you do
And I used to have the answer
Now I question my resolve
And times there is a moment a song can hit you like a wall
There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is
Sometimes I’ve got wooden fingers
Well since I took the fall
Now there are some mornings I don’t feel them at all
Sometimes there is a person
That can turn your world around
They’d look good with any haircut and they’ll look good in the ground
Sometimes I am a singer
Sometimes I look good in my clothes
Sometimes I am your neighbor where the streetlight sometimes goes
There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is
There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is
There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is
I’d lots of pretty clothes
But now I’m just your neighbor where the streetlight never goes
And they used to have a figure
I’d some nice muscles too
But no one ever tells you gotta work them like you do
And I used to have the answer
Now I question my resolve
And times there is a moment a song can hit you like a wall
There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is
Sometimes I’ve got wooden fingers
Well since I took the fall
Now there are some mornings I don’t feel them at all
Sometimes there is a person
That can turn your world around
They’d look good with any haircut and they’ll look good in the ground
Sometimes I am a singer
Sometimes I look good in my clothes
Sometimes I am your neighbor where the streetlight sometimes goes
There’s a reason I’m still here I just don’t know what it is
There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is
There’s a reason we’re still here we just don’t know what it is
Maritime
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