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could fill a room with empty pockets
I could build a palace from lost ideals
Forgotten to say what it is that I wanted
Now I go to sleep and dream of nothing
So the weatherman says there’ll be a change in the weather
& This is fine in my time of life
If someone could tell me something l hadn’t heard before
I wouldn’t be knocking at your door.
Like a grain of sand that’s how I feel tonight
In a foreign land
Washed up and out of sight...
I woke up this morning and felt like a zombie
Couldn’t find the shoes underneath my bed
My tongue was covered in fur
So I shoved it in my pocket
At least I’m alive I think I’ll survive
Like a grain of sand
That’s how I feel tonight
In a foreign land
Washed up and out of sight
Like a grain of sand
That’s how I feel tonight
In a foreign land
Washed up and out of sight
I could fill a room with empty pockets
I could build a palace from lost ideals
Forgotten to say what it is that I wanted
Now I go to sleep and dream of nothing
Like a grain of sand
That’s how I feel tonight
In a foreign land
Washed up and out of sight
Like a grain of sand
That’s how I feel tonight
In a foreign land
Washed up and out of sight
Like a grain of sand
That’s how I feel tonight
In a foreign land
Washed up and out of sight


44 posted on 05/22/2020 7:35:50 PM PDT by mylife (The Roar Of The Masses Could Be Farts)
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47 posted on 05/22/2020 7:39:39 PM PDT by mylife (The Roar Of The Masses Could Be Farts)
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