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Desmond Myers
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This Residence
If I ever get out this residence
I got dreams, baby, I got dreams.
If I ever get out this residence
I got dreams, baby, I got dreams.
Sitting alone on New Years Eve with a bottle of Chardonnay,
à Paris la nouvelle an est déjà passé, well that's half the truth they say
Me and my Dog heard the cannon fire through the open door window pane
We decided to take the old tractor out and sell our songs along the Champs-Elysées
I gotta heart full of toys and I just want to play,
Live in the crack of the so called société,
Be the root and the cause, of the cause of the root,
of the sprout that sprung up its decay.
I gotta heart full of toys and I just want to play,
Live in the crack of the so called société,
Be the root and the cause, of the cause of the root,
Of the sprout that sprung up its decay.
If I ever get out this residence
I got dreams, baby, I got dreams.
If I ever get out this residence
I got dreams, baby, I got dreams.
At the border patrol we was stopped twelve times wanna know how I spell my name
Am I a communist, a Mormon, a vegan, or a louse, can I polka till the lights go out?
'Now you welcome to stay here be glad to have you round, just be sure to keep it on your dime.'
Cause misery loves company but company prefers leagues of misery to leave misery out.
I gotta heart full of toys and I just want to play,
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Live in the crack of the so called société,
Be the root and the cause, of the cause of the root,
Of the sprout that sprung up its decay.
I gotta heart full of toys and I just want to play,
Live in the crack of the so called société,
Be the root and the cause, of the cause of the root,
Of the sprout that sprung up its decay.
If I ever get out this residence
I got dreams, baby, I got dreams.
If I ever get out this residence
I got dreams, baby, I got dreams.
If I ever get out this residence
I got dreams, baby, I got dreams.
If I ever get out this residence
I got dreams, baby, I got dreams.
I gotta heart full of toys and I just want to play,
Live in the crack of the so called société,
Be the root and the cause, of the cause of the root,
Of the sprout that sprung up its decay.
I gotta heart full of toys and I just want to play,
Live in the crack of the so called société,
Be the root and the cause, of the cause of the root,
Of the sprout that sprung up its decay.
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