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Pressed Flowers Songtext
von Jack Stauber

Pressed Flowers Songtext

Take back afternoon
I want to see you soon
I′m all dry (Dry, dry, dry, woo!)
So long, cokehead fiend
I am the scattered dream
The license plate on your direction-ection-ection-ection-ection-ection-ection

Nothing more than feeling good, feeling good, feeling good
Feeling good, feeling good, feeling good, feeling good
Feeling like you never could, never could, never could
Never could, never could, never could, never could
Nothing more than feeling good, feeling good, feeling good
Feeling good, feeling good, feeling good, feeling good
Feeling like you never could, never could, never could
Never could, never could, never could, never could


So what does it mean?
A new and dying scene?
A vice on a wall for you to lean? (Lean, lean, lean, ah-ooh)
I won't try to be prophetic
But I won′t call your paramedic
Go have fun

Ill abort the ritual
I only see what I don't know
But times have tried to testify

Reconsider having a good time
Reconsider having a good time (Sit down!)

I'm out working (Sit down!)
I′m out mining (Sit down!)
I′m out working (Sit down!)
I'm out mining (Sit down!)
I′m out working, I'm out mining (Sit down!)
I′m out working, I'm out mining (Sit down!)
I′m out working, I'm out mining (Sit down!)
I'm out working

When it′s all about the plans
I want to go back to sleep, sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep


(D′you want to hold it?)
(Oh, yeah)
(It's good?)
(Yeah)

When I told you that I would last forever
When I said I would never die

I was lying!
I was lying!
I was lying!
I was lying!

(You might have an idea)
(I can′t remember, though)
(What do you normally think of?)

Torn down ancient, go to my apartment
Find a new time to see the others aging
Hide all the cotton, find a new begotten
Wonder where the time went
Contemplate the day spent
Living, I wonder, I was dying
Living, I wonder how I went on

(Hello, and welcome to side B of "Jack Tape")
(This is a skit)
(Oh, my God!)
(No, woo!)

Bustin' through the normal days I′d last awakened, I
Never stopped to think about the less inquisite mind
More unless of old, yesterday I was fine
Trying to depart

(Pick my eyes apart)

I don't care when she wants it, she′ll see it tomo-orrow
Never thinkin', always drinkin', television show
West Virginia, academia, I will never go
Time is a boat and I won′t row

(Deew, deew, deew, deew, deew)
(Sam part uoy)

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