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Mark Owen

Mark Owen

Killing Time

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My hairs too long but I look like Jesus,
Got my best boots on, nothing rhymes with Jesus,
Oh yeah
Because of the weather,
Dont it make ya feel good?

The suns come out now and so has Peter,
Its a shame, shame, shame now cos Jen loves Peter
Oh yeah
Because of the weather
Dont it make ya feel good?

And Im happiest in my own mind,
Im just getting off,
Im just killing time

Its only the sunshine,
Its only a blue sky,
But dont it make ya feel good?
Its only a G card
Or is it the sweet lord?
But dont it make you feel good?

I tried to be a California dreamer
But Im way too short and my breaths too real
Oh yeah
Because of the weather
Dont it make ya feel good?

I aint gonna bore you all with my story
Nows a hey hey DJ he can have the glory
Oh yeah
Because of the weather
Dont it make ya feel good?

And Im happy here in my own mind,
Im just getting off,
Im just killing time

Its only the sunshine,
Its only a blue sky,
But dont it make ya feel good?
Its only a G card
Or is it the sweet lord?
But dont it make you feel good?

I hope I never let you down
Its like the sun goes around
You cant say its real,
This is how I feel

Now I guess youve all found a rhyme for Jesus,
Even if you havent baby he still loves us
Oh yeah
Because of the weather
Dont it make ya feel good?

And Im happy here in my own mind
Im just getting off
Im just killing time

Its only the sunshine
Its only a blue sky (blue sky)
But dont it make you feel good?
Its only a G card,
Or is it the sweet lord?
But dont it make you feel good?

Its only the sunshine
Its only a blue sky (blue sky)
But dont it make you feel good?
Its only a G card,
Or is it the sweet lord?
But dont it make you feel good?

Dont it make you feel good
Dont it make you feel good
Dont it make you feel good
Dont it make you feel good

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