Beck - Broken Drum |
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Broken Drum
I see you there Your long black hair Your eyes just stare Your mind is turning You know I'll laugh And I won't take it back I've seen your eyes I know what your thinking And one by one We'll shoot our guns Don't ever doubt it We'll have our fun And when I say Fare thee well My only friend Your broken drum Oh how the days go Your setting sun Your little drugs I'll never forget you Never forget you |
