Slaughter Beach, Dog - Anything Lyrics
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Anything
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What Are The Lyrics For Anything By Slaughter Beach, Dog?
Anything you want to know, you could find out
Any place you want to see You got the car You got the cool You got a girlfriend You got a great big family But now it seems that any day you get your nerve up All the clouds converge above Crane your neck under the hood next to the highway The journey's over You were five Then you were ten Then you were nineteen One day you'll be eighty four With your sister you would talk about growing old You're not talking anymore You see your friends after your shift down at the restaurant You see your friends out at the bar But when you see them in the supermarket aisle They don't know who the hell you are You think a smoke will calm you down Take a deep breath Check your pack, you're out of smokes You buy a drink to dull the edge You drink it all down In the morning you're broke Anything you want to know, you could find out Any place you want to see It's not as easy as it seemed when you were younger It's not the way it's supposed to be I tried to tell about the difference in the night time But I could not tell it then If I needed you to swim, would you swim back? Would you come to me again? Anything you want to know, you can find out Any place you want to see I can promise I will be a friend to you If you will be a friend to me |
Who Wrote Anything By Slaughter Beach, Dog?
Jake Ewald
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