| When I left I wasn’t thinking
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| That I wasn’t coming home
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| But first Al Green and then Barry White
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| Convinced me not to go And I didn’t come home for vitamins
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| I came to bandage up my hand
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| And if you’re gonna talk to me like that
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| Then I’ll just go back out again
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| Wipe that chip right off your shoulder
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| We ain’t getting any younger
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| And some things are getting bigger
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| Some things are falling off
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| Some things they seem much harder
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| Some other things stay soft
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| We’re tipping over in the taprooms
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| We’re shooting through the ceiling
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| We’re dying in the bathrooms
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| And we’re living for that one sweet fleeting feeling
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| I know my cough sounds awful
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| Some nights it hurts a bit to breathe
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| But I’m glad it’s just my body
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| I do my business on the street
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| We ain’t getting any younger
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| Tomorrow night we’ll be that much older
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| Some kids are growing awkward
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| Some kids are going off
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| We’re fingering the punchbowl
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| We’re feeding from the trough
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| There’s nothing quite like a Cheyenne sunrise
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| To make us has-beens feel too old
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| Onward Christian soldiers
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| We’re gonna bash right through your borders
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| I bet your next party gets sketchy
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| I saw the new kids nodding off
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| Some things are getting bigger
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| Some things are falling off
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| Some things seem that much harder
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| Some other things stay soft |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cheyenne Sunrise , by - The Hold Steady. Song from the album Stay Positive, in the genre Инди