patrick kelleher and his cold dead hands - contact sports lyrics
[intro]
who makes this sound?
[verse 1]
chance, you know it played its part
i must have been a sport at that time
the view from meursault’s sunny day
swept the miles away between us two
[verse 2]
oh, it became a contact sport
and the fevers wrought will never stay
look out, your brother’s sitting on the sofa, he’s safe
his sister’s sofa, safe, it isn’t you!
[outro]
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, makе it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, makе it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
you make a lot, make it on your own
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