The wash is out
Nothing to do
It's hanging up
Is nothing
And all I have
I think I must be dreaming
Nothing to say
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend I'd wear a ring
If I was king
And never hurt my people
And dress to kill
I'd stay alert
I might even slip you something The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend.
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