Stagger through the streets
Ain't it neat?
Said you saw my spine
Threw it in the trash somewhere
Never asked for it again
Think it went off to some great sea
Just to be alone

Slowly drowning in a puddle
Aint it grand
My lungs fill up with water
Also seep into my hands
When theres no good settle
Old dog smiles
Said he wanted the walls painted yellow
Well, they made em green

Sick of studying the mountains
Sick of studying the sea
But nothing that sleep can't take away
Yes, i spend my hours resting
There's a change in the core
And I've stopped doing my chores
How i pity the hopeful
When theres no hope at all

A kiss on the teeth
Theres blood on my sleeve
Dead birds in a pile
These things take a while
Some things take time
These things take a while
Some things take time


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A Great Year song meanings
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