Get Along Songtext
von Mike Doughty
Get Along Songtext
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
Feels alright when I drink to blur the day into the night
And blustery nights in through the rain
It′s all alone that I am singing this anguish to you
And you're to blame, I′m still the same, I'm still the same
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
Feels alright when I drink to blur the day into the night
In lovely hour and in the room it's into bloom
That I have called your flower for me
And I′m to blame, you′re still the same, you're still the same
Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
And like a star that I have chosen for me
And I have placed one eye on the sky
The sky′s the same, the moon's to blame, the moon′s to blame
Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Up man and be glad you were not born a god
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along, sounds
Feels alright when I drink to blur the day into the night
And blustery nights in through the rain
It′s all alone that I am singing this anguish to you
And you're to blame, I′m still the same, I'm still the same
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
Feels alright when I drink to blur the day into the night
In lovely hour and in the room it's into bloom
That I have called your flower for me
And I′m to blame, you′re still the same, you're still the same
Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Sounds so wrong but i need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
And like a star that I have chosen for me
And I have placed one eye on the sky
The sky′s the same, the moon's to blame, the moon′s to blame
Raise up girl and be glad you were not born a man
Up man and be glad you were not born a god
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along
Sounds so wrong but I need to fake the will to get along, sounds
Writer(s): Michael Doughty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com