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My hair weeps for air, a shower and a comb
Shes clean enough for me and looks good in yellow.
Disolved in alcohol but shes in perfect care.
The queen of my worst dreams but her biggestnightmare.
And counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud,comes youre still light and you still shine
yellow.
Watch days evaporate like water on a stove.
Id find it easier to get blood out of a stone.
I wrote this song slow to make it go mainstream
So all the people know that youre my favourite bad scene.
And counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud comes youre still light and you still shine
yellow.
I cant get thoughts like this on a Monday.
I think Ill sleep-in anyway.
I cant get thoughts like this on a Monday.
I think Ill sleep-in anyway.
HEY
And im counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud.
Im counting black sheep
To reacquaint myself with sleep
And when the storm cloud comes youre still light and you still shine
yellow.
And you shine, yellow.