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Testo Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season
Testo Trying To Reason With Hurricane Season
Squaws out on the gulf stream
Big storms comin' soon
I passed out in my hammock
God I slept 'till way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far
I knew I could use a bloody Mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar
And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out then I can go on
Something about sunday
It's the most peculiar day
Strollin' down the avenue
That's known as 818
Feelin' tired that I gotta inspire
I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I walked back home Sat on the beach and then i made up this song
And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out then I can go on
Well the wind is blowin' harder now
50 knots or there about
There's white caps on the ocean
And I am watchin for water spouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside
And all week I'll be in Old Paris
Hell that's a mighty long airplane ride
And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out then I can go on
Yes it cleans me out then I can go on
Yeah it cleans me out then I can go on
Big storms comin' soon
I passed out in my hammock
God I slept 'till way past noon
Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn't have to look far
I knew I could use a bloody Mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar
And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out then I can go on
Something about sunday
It's the most peculiar day
Strollin' down the avenue
That's known as 818
Feelin' tired that I gotta inspire
I knew that it wouldn't last long
So all alone I walked back home Sat on the beach and then i made up this song
And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out then I can go on
Well the wind is blowin' harder now
50 knots or there about
There's white caps on the ocean
And I am watchin for water spouts
It's time to close the shutters
It's time to go inside
And all week I'll be in Old Paris
Hell that's a mighty long airplane ride
And now I must confess
I could use some rest
I can't run at this pace very long
Yes it's quite insane
I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out then I can go on
Yes it cleans me out then I can go on
Yeah it cleans me out then I can go on
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