Local H - Bryn-Mawr Stomp Lyrics
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Bryn-Mawr Stomp
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What Are The Lyrics For Bryn-Mawr Stomp By Local H?
You feel desensitized
You feel dumb You want to word it right But you're dumb You're still shakin' it And not as young You know you're blowin' it So hold your tongue Livin' on foolish notions Livin' on aches and pains You're pullin' up stakes and leavin' You're lookin' for somebody to blame There's been an accident But no one knows Get off the little man Holes in your nose You're still shakin' it The bars are closed You know you're blowin' it That's how it goes Livin' on foolish notions Livin' on aches and pains You're pullin' up stakes and leavin' You're lookin' for somebody to blame Livin' on foolish notions Livin' on aches and pains Lookin' for a place to do it Send a message to the brain And I don't want what we've been given Easy sex and easy livin' See what's next and see who's taken Don't want to check to see who's fakin' You feel desensitized (x4) Livin' on foolish notions Livin' on aches and pains You're pullin' up stakes and leavin' You're lookin' for somebody to blame Livin' on foolish notions Livin' on aches and pains Lookin' for a place to do it Send a message to the brain And I don't want what we've been given A foolish notion (x3) |
Who Wrote Bryn-Mawr Stomp By Local H?
Brian W., David Scott Lucas, St. Clair
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What's The Duration Of The Bryn-Mawr Stomp By Local H?The duration of Bryn-Mawr Stomp is 2:41 minutes and seconds. |
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