Solution - Get On Back lyrics

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Solution - Get On Back lyrics

There's a note hanging off from the bedpost Reading west coast is the place that I am going I want the ocean rather than your cheekbones I know it's cold but the way it's got to be There's a note hanging off from the bedpost Reading west coast is the place that I am going I want the ocean rather than your cheekbones I know it's cooold... In all honest I wish I could change The four letter word we use to explain ourselves We start the revolution give me some handcuffs Some good times and something to laugh at She's making me a soldier I'm on automatic On target with nothing to fire back I'm always ready to fight I'm always ready To bleed always ready to throw hands for anything I thought we were a hit waiting to happen and I thought we were the new wave transaction I can't blame the dj for not playing the song to wipe the crime scene from my chest I swear this is murder though my pulse is beamed the coroner says I'm not dead Please tell the dj the suken failer claim is the sort that I have left We're bursting dramatics turning skin into plastic and clothes into body bags Could start the revolution [2x] In all honest I wish I could change The four letter word we use to explain ourselves Could start the revolution give me some handcuffs Some good times and something to laugh at She's making me a soldier I'm on automatic On target with nothing to fire back I'm always ready to fight I'm always ready To be always ready to throw hands for anything [Screaming ah] You are my favorite person in the whole world Wish I could hate it You are my favorite person in the whole wide world! There's a note hanging off from the bedpost Reading west coast is the place that I'm going I want the ocean rather than your cheekbones I know it's cold but the way it's got to be I thought we were five stars being directed I thought we were a best seller to be written I can't blame the dj for not playing the song to wipe the crime scene from my chest I swear this is murder though my pulse is beamed the coroner says I'm not dead Please tell the dj the suken failer claim is the sort that I have left We're bursting dramatics turning skin into plastic and clothes into body bags You are my favorite person in the whole world Wish I could hate it You are my favorite person in the whole wide world! In all honesty I wish I could change The four letter word we use to explain ourselves I want the ocean. I want the ocean In all honesty I wish I could change The four letter word we use to explain ourselves I want the ocean. I want the ocean... Rather than your cheekbones

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