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The Trouble With Sweeney
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At Noon
Lyricist:Joey Sweeney
Oh, at noon the sidewalks are full With people on their smoke breaks Is there anything sadder than all the people On their smoke breaks at noon?
Sun in the sky, slush on the curb If you wanna believe something, believe that it's hurt Could be the only thing to get you off your ass And into the cold of noon
What you can't get at home, you can get in the town Pack of blue American spirits, baby A face full of coffee grounds For your hobo soul, for your hobo soul Oh, oh, at noon
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I figured you for a girl who wore mittens And drank black-and-white milkshakes That was before I saw you polish off a half a pack before noon Now the baby is two and you're clean as a whistle It's me now who's got the shakes
You and me on the way to the hospital at noon All the ordinary lives, can people tell that we're fake? Do you intuit or decide the shape your life takes? And what about your boho soul? What about those paintings we made? Oh baby, say it's not time for us to start getting up before noon
All the ordinary lives, can people tell that we're fake? Do you intuit or decide the shape your life takes? All the ordinary lives, can people tell that we're fake? Do you intuit or decide the shape your life takes?
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