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 |