Shoes Too Tight
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โฑ๏ธ 4:28 duration
๐ ID: 13978280
๐ Lyrics
The voice against the line
The cogs are made of old tines
I was no citizen of any kind then
Her with Fuchsia in her hair
And bumblebees in her garden
Me with no keys or any idea when
Somewhere between liquor and Listerine
There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams
And I'm standing on the side of the road
I lose a buck to make a dime
I'd lose a year for an hour of your time
And I'm standing on the side of the road
I may just explode
Some poor fellow dressed in rags
With apple cores in old bags
Is crushing Coke cans in shoes too tight
He said, "I should a read these books years ago
You know it took all this time to learn what I'll never know
Now begins the reign of reason and light"
Somewhere between liquor and Listerine
There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams
And I'm standing on the side of the road
I lose a buck to make a dime
I'd lose a year for an hour of your time
And I'm standing on the side of the road
The cogs are made of old tines
I was no citizen of any kind then
Her with Fuchsia in her hair
And bumblebees in her garden
Me with no keys or any idea when
Somewhere between liquor and Listerine
There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams
And I'm standing on the side of the road
I lose a buck to make a dime
I'd lose a year for an hour of your time
And I'm standing on the side of the road
I may just explode
Some poor fellow dressed in rags
With apple cores in old bags
Is crushing Coke cans in shoes too tight
He said, "I should a read these books years ago
You know it took all this time to learn what I'll never know
Now begins the reign of reason and light"
Somewhere between liquor and Listerine
There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams
And I'm standing on the side of the road
I lose a buck to make a dime
I'd lose a year for an hour of your time
And I'm standing on the side of the road
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:40.05] The voice against the line
[00:44.96] The cogs are made of old tines
[00:49.91] I was no citizen of any kind then
[01:00.65] Her with Fuchsia in her hair
[01:05.25] And bumblebees in her garden
[01:10.23] Me with no keys or any idea when
[01:15.41]
[01:18.88] Somewhere between liquor and Listerine
[01:22.54] There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams
[01:31.59] And I'm standing on the side of the road
[01:38.12] I lose a buck to make a dime
[01:41.74] I'd lose a year for an hour of your time
[01:50.78] And I'm standing on the side of the road
[01:54.95] I may just explode
[01:59.11]
[02:16.53] Some poor fellow dressed in rags
[02:22.03] With apple cores in old bags
[02:26.98] Is crushing Coke cans in shoes too tight
[02:32.76]
[02:35.15] He said, "I should a read these books years ago
[02:40.96] You know it took all this time to learn what I'll never know
[02:46.27] Now begins the reign of reason and light"
[02:57.22] Somewhere between liquor and Listerine
[03:00.91] There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams
[03:09.91] And I'm standing on the side of the road
[03:16.54] I lose a buck to make a dime
[03:20.16] I'd lose a year for an hour of your time
[03:29.12] And I'm standing on the side of the road
[03:32.21]
[00:44.96] The cogs are made of old tines
[00:49.91] I was no citizen of any kind then
[01:00.65] Her with Fuchsia in her hair
[01:05.25] And bumblebees in her garden
[01:10.23] Me with no keys or any idea when
[01:15.41]
[01:18.88] Somewhere between liquor and Listerine
[01:22.54] There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams
[01:31.59] And I'm standing on the side of the road
[01:38.12] I lose a buck to make a dime
[01:41.74] I'd lose a year for an hour of your time
[01:50.78] And I'm standing on the side of the road
[01:54.95] I may just explode
[01:59.11]
[02:16.53] Some poor fellow dressed in rags
[02:22.03] With apple cores in old bags
[02:26.98] Is crushing Coke cans in shoes too tight
[02:32.76]
[02:35.15] He said, "I should a read these books years ago
[02:40.96] You know it took all this time to learn what I'll never know
[02:46.27] Now begins the reign of reason and light"
[02:57.22] Somewhere between liquor and Listerine
[03:00.91] There's wasted breath upon wasted dreams
[03:09.91] And I'm standing on the side of the road
[03:16.54] I lose a buck to make a dime
[03:20.16] I'd lose a year for an hour of your time
[03:29.12] And I'm standing on the side of the road
[03:32.21]