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John Wesley Harding - The World (And All Its Problems) lyrics
I was holding up a cigarette and trying to find my mouth Tyring hard to look so cool like any other ticket tout People sipping on each other's blood, they're all out for the count Talking turkey all around me, what are they all on about? It's the world and all its problems The world and all its problems The world and all its problems I'm walking out it's past midnight, so I stay in the light Please stop breathing on my shoulder, he's just trying to start a fight He says |
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