A shag McDonalds bag is the rug on our floor
In a few days I won’t live here anymore
Won’t live where I can stay up all night
Exchanging ideas and thoughts we have on life
Things that cross our mind from day to day
Expressions we had that we now can explain
They will be syndicated shows playing in my head
Shows that I love to watch while I’m lying in bed
Times that won’t happen anymore
Soon constructing itself to be history
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