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The sun is kind of annoying
As I try to sleep in the back of my van
It is supposed to be autumn
Did someone mess with The Plan?
Feels like my skin doesnt fit me
But its one mother of a tan
Barbecued might be the right description
As I walk around in this frying pan
Give me a d*mn good reason not to worry
Give me a d*mn good reason
Cos I refuse to sit here on my as* and drown
When we burn our bridges down
Now its been a while since I last wrote
The ground has been just as green as before
The yesterday my street turned kinda arctic
Now I cant get out of my front door
Give me a d*mn good reason not to worry
Give me a d*mn good reason
Cos I refuse to sit here on my as* and drown
When we burn our bridges down