Woorden: Jayhawks. Dying On The Vine.

Dear one, I had enough, killjoy [Incomprehensible]
I been sick and tired playing out my day in a dream
Hurry up, hurry up it's late, I'm dying in the shadow
I'm just a little baby boy in your arms

So you, you know who you are
Thought I saw you in the rearview mirror looking down
Took the drive Friday night, had a pretty good alibi
Gasoline, it hid the deed, not taking it for granted

Hurry up, hurry up, it's late
I'm tongue-tied and getting something

Babe, scared of you
Scared of you
Babe, scared of you
Scared of you

Headed down to Kings field with the key in my hand
Took a swim down at hidden beach, you and me in the sand
Hurry up, hurry up it's late, I'm dying in the shadow
I'm just a little baby boy but now I'm getting something

Babe, scared of you
Scared of you
Babe, scared of you
Scared of you

Dear one, I've had enough, raise the flag, I'm giving up
I'm just sick and tired living out my day in a dream
I want to be the first to say it, black or white but never gray
I don't feel like me today, I'm dying in the shadow

Hurry up, hurry up it's late
But now I'm getting somewhere

Babe, scared of you
Scared of you
Babe, scared of you
Scared of you

Scared of you
Scared of you
Scared of you
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