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first round's on me - left out in the sun lyrics

tomorrow lets itself in, leaves the key in the lock
and he rolls out of bed fists at his hips
a rigid two step to an alarm clock serenade
he smiles as he puts his leg in the foothold trap

kind of impossible

kind of exactly what you’d expect
rifling through the weeds, clawing at whatever sprouts up next
like the last raucous summer midnight
left out in the sun

sunday settlin’ in for what’s left of the week
whisked himself away drinking in the hotel lobby
she sits and stares at the bathroom mirror quietly
hoping she can just sit there and eat

kind of not what you planned

kind of exactly what you’d expect
rifling through the weeds, clawing at whatever sprouts up next
like the last raucous summer midnight
left out in the sun

and you look up and you feel like you’ve been here before
haze, this maze, another drink, grab the check, out the door, four on the floor
it seemed so simple when you put your name on the line at the time for fortune 500 race horse blinds
if you stroll into life naive, she’ll walk all over you
up the leg, down the throat, break your neck, grab your hand, pull you close
even with the heat of her breath on your neck still you sort of feel alone

and i know the kind of history i’ll be making
just some footprints in the dirt at your feet
i can’t even hold my breath long enough
kind of impossible

kind of exactly what you’d expect
rifling through the weeds, clawing at whatever sprouts up next
like the last raucous summer midnight
left out in the sun
left out in the sun
left out in the sun

- first rounds on me lyrics

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