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Some of Us (Explicit)
03:06
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Day after the party, a lazy afternoon
Someone's coming by tonight, we'll see each other soon
Fancy long-stemmed glasses in pieces on the floor
And the vision of a lanky figure walking through the door
Is it wrong?
Is it wrong?
Well, some of us write the music
And some just sing along
Human-powered wind machines outside where we stood
The tea set's made of plastic but the liquid still tastes good
Poison in the morning for a steaming cup of joe
Friends don't say goodbye because they don't have to let go
They hold on
They hold on
But some of us write the music
And some just sing along
(BRIDGE)
Hold my hand under the table
Give me one more sweet surprise
I was told forever would be somewhere in your eyes
But with the timing of life
Hey, I'll just fuck you with my boots still on
'Cause some of us write the music
And some just sing along
Falling down the steps after forgetting how to climb
Sitting at the campfire where the words will never rhyme
Comedy or tragedy; which will we allow
With the view of the horizon it never mattered how
All along
All along
And some of us write the music
And some just sing along
All along
All along
And some of us write the music
And some and some and some
Just sing along
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Some of Us (Radio Edit)
03:05
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Day after the party, a lazy afternoon
Someone's coming by tonight, we'll see each other soon
Fancy long-stemmed glasses in pieces on the floor
And the vision of a lanky figure walking through the door
Is it wrong?
Is it wrong?
Well, some of us write the music
And some just sing along
Human-powered wind machines outside where we stood
The tea set's made of plastic but the liquid still tastes good
Poison in the morning for a steaming cup of joe
Friends don't say goodbye because they don't have to let go
They hold on
They hold on
But some of us write the music
And some just sing along
(BRIDGE)
Hold my hand under the table
Give me one more sweet surprise
I was told forever would be somewhere in your eyes
But with the timing of life
Hey, I'll just love you with my boots still on
'Cause some of us write the music
And some just sing along
Falling down the steps after forgetting how to climb
Sitting at the campfire where the words will never rhyme
Comedy or tragedy; which will we allow
With the view of the horizon it never mattered how
All along
All along
And some of us write the music
And some just sing along
All along
All along
And some of us write the music
And some and some and some
Just sing along
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Suz Chicago, Illinois
Chicago artist with NC roots just making my way through an unexpected life
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