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Eighteen Is Over the Hill Lyrics
Antique white lace,
A plastic face,
A tinfoil place,
An empty space,
You’re so hung-up on yourself
And nothing else.
I like too much the rain,
The power of my brain,
The sunshine
And the open road,
Ahead of me.
Laughing because,
It’s right to laugh,
Dress up at night,
In the right dress.
You can’t change me
Into something
That I’m not.
I like too much the rain,
The power of my brain,
The sunshine
And the open road,
Ahead of me.
I’ll hear your line,
Some other time,
When miming
Performance rhyme.
The way you feel,
It is so phony
And unreal.
I like too much the rain,
The power of my brain,
The sunshine
And the open road,
Ahead of me.
A plastic face,
A tinfoil place,
An empty space,
You’re so hung-up on yourself
And nothing else.
The power of my brain,
The sunshine
And the open road,
Ahead of me.
It’s right to laugh,
Dress up at night,
In the right dress.
You can’t change me
Into something
That I’m not.
The power of my brain,
The sunshine
And the open road,
Ahead of me.
Some other time,
When miming
Performance rhyme.
The way you feel,
It is so phony
And unreal.
The power of my brain,
The sunshine
And the open road,
Ahead of me.
Song Info
Submitted by
joelm On Oct 02, 2016
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