Montclair - Sunroom

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I can’t grow it in even, but you don’t care Like the patchy grass in the Texas sun You find a green one and you lay there Well it’s a problem if I’m honest I’ve got more hangers than clothes in my closet Let letting go go to far too easily Waking up I’m going down I’ll get my feet under me, get em under me Spinning on my cowlick crown I’ll get my feet under me, get em under me now Oooh oooh, oooh ooh Oooh oooh, oooh ooh I can’t sleep in, in the sunroom, where you sent me to die Where the ball in the sky burns The dew from the ground with the sleep from my tired eyes And I can’t help but wonder, did you have this in mind A kick in the stone for my lazy bones, now serially sleep deprived Waking up I’m going down I’ll get my feet under me, get em under me Spinning on my cowlick crown I’ll get my feet under me, get em under me now Oooh oooh, oooh ooh Oooh oooh, oooh ooh It makes little difference now what’s mine and what's yours I got a bag of fresh fruit, let’s eat it on the porch Flip the record over, let it trickle through the screen door It makes little difference now what’s mine and what's yours It makes little difference now what’s mine and what's yours I got a bag of fresh fruit, let’s eat it on the porch Flip the record over, let it trickle through the screen door It makes little difference now what’s mine and what's yours Oooh oooh, oooh ooh Oooh oooh, oooh ooh Hey now please don’t miss today In a lackadaisical daze There’s plenty more for us to do There’s plenty room in our sunroom
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