| Song | Everlong |
| Artist | Gentleman Reg |
| Album | Jet Black |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It's everlong, | |
| The build is strong, | |
| I took a chance, | |
| Come on come on | |
| I'll fit the pants, | |
| It's a belief, | |
| That I can exist | |
| Content with this relief | |
| Twelve to one, | |
| Then comes two, | |
| If we're lucky three, | |
| What we gonna do? | |
| Foot of the hill | |
| We lie still | |
| It's exhausting, | |
| Sticky fingers smoking gun. | |
| I really didn't mean to, | |
| Mix your reds with your whites instead of with the blues, | |
| It kind of changed the times that you put your clothes on, ohhhh, | |
| But that only bought me so mu-uch, | |
| I've been guilty of a little bit too much touch, | |
| But you don�t seem to mind the attention | |
| 71 #431 | |
| That's the address | |
| That you can count on, | |
| It's always time, | |
| And time is free, | |
| And I'm free too | |
| So what's it gonna be? | |
| It's everlong, | |
| He's so so strong, | |
| Keeps me warm | |
| Toronto's winters so long. | |
| After one, | |
| Sometimes it's dawn, | |
| But don't forget about solitary five | |
| Not like an addiction, | |
| Not like Mounties being saved under setting sun, | |
| There's nothing that compares when you take it off, ohhhh | |
| Never want to give this u-up, | |
| Even though you always got to be living in both spots, | |
| But someone has to leave and it's a long while gone. | |
| I really didn't mean to | |
| Mix your reds with your whites instead of with the blues, | |
| It kind of changed the times that you put your clothes on, oh oh oh, | |
| But that only bought me so mu-uch, | |
| I've been guilty of a little bit too much touch, | |
| But you don't seem to mind the attention | |
| And it's a long way now, | |
| A long way now, | |
| Long way now, | |
| The trouble is in trying to keep the life around |
| It' s everlong, | |
| The build is strong, | |
| I took a chance, | |
| Come on come on | |
| I' ll fit the pants, | |
| It' s a belief, | |
| That I can exist | |
| Content with this relief | |
| Twelve to one, | |
| Then comes two, | |
| If we' re lucky three, | |
| What we gonna do? | |
| Foot of the hill | |
| We lie still | |
| It' s exhausting, | |
| Sticky fingers smoking gun. | |
| I really didn' t mean to, | |
| Mix your reds with your whites instead of with the blues, | |
| It kind of changed the times that you put your clothes on, ohhhh, | |
| But that only bought me so muuch, | |
| I' ve been guilty of a little bit too much touch, | |
| But you don t seem to mind the attention | |
| 71 431 | |
| That' s the address | |
| That you can count on, | |
| It' s always time, | |
| And time is free, | |
| And I' m free too | |
| So what' s it gonna be? | |
| It' s everlong, | |
| He' s so so strong, | |
| Keeps me warm | |
| Toronto' s winters so long. | |
| After one, | |
| Sometimes it' s dawn, | |
| But don' t forget about solitary five | |
| Not like an addiction, | |
| Not like Mounties being saved under setting sun, | |
| There' s nothing that compares when you take it off, ohhhh | |
| Never want to give this uup, | |
| Even though you always got to be living in both spots, | |
| But someone has to leave and it' s a long while gone. | |
| I really didn' t mean to | |
| Mix your reds with your whites instead of with the blues, | |
| It kind of changed the times that you put your clothes on, oh oh oh, | |
| But that only bought me so muuch, | |
| I' ve been guilty of a little bit too much touch, | |
| But you don' t seem to mind the attention | |
| And it' s a long way now, | |
| A long way now, | |
| Long way now, | |
| The trouble is in trying to keep the life around |
| It' s everlong, | |
| The build is strong, | |
| I took a chance, | |
| Come on come on | |
| I' ll fit the pants, | |
| It' s a belief, | |
| That I can exist | |
| Content with this relief | |
| Twelve to one, | |
| Then comes two, | |
| If we' re lucky three, | |
| What we gonna do? | |
| Foot of the hill | |
| We lie still | |
| It' s exhausting, | |
| Sticky fingers smoking gun. | |
| I really didn' t mean to, | |
| Mix your reds with your whites instead of with the blues, | |
| It kind of changed the times that you put your clothes on, ohhhh, | |
| But that only bought me so muuch, | |
| I' ve been guilty of a little bit too much touch, | |
| But you don t seem to mind the attention | |
| 71 431 | |
| That' s the address | |
| That you can count on, | |
| It' s always time, | |
| And time is free, | |
| And I' m free too | |
| So what' s it gonna be? | |
| It' s everlong, | |
| He' s so so strong, | |
| Keeps me warm | |
| Toronto' s winters so long. | |
| After one, | |
| Sometimes it' s dawn, | |
| But don' t forget about solitary five | |
| Not like an addiction, | |
| Not like Mounties being saved under setting sun, | |
| There' s nothing that compares when you take it off, ohhhh | |
| Never want to give this uup, | |
| Even though you always got to be living in both spots, | |
| But someone has to leave and it' s a long while gone. | |
| I really didn' t mean to | |
| Mix your reds with your whites instead of with the blues, | |
| It kind of changed the times that you put your clothes on, oh oh oh, | |
| But that only bought me so muuch, | |
| I' ve been guilty of a little bit too much touch, | |
| But you don' t seem to mind the attention | |
| And it' s a long way now, | |
| A long way now, | |
| Long way now, | |
| The trouble is in trying to keep the life around |