| On the shy side of forty
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| In the land of free pour
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| Nobody’s writing, there’s nobody left
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| Order a beer, let’s have a drink to my death
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| Is there nobody else coming?
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| Have you got any friends?
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| Pulled up a seat and took off my hat
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| Took a drink and sucked another one back
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| Ordered again and said
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| Baby, I’m on the shy of forty
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| Still writing riffs like nobody’s business
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| Except in my case it most certainly is
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| I’m a professional riff writer
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| Slinger of pure metaphor
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| I named my band and couple of stands I commanded
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| Even TM’d on a gaggle of tours
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| Then she laughed, I said
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| Maybe you have no reason to know me
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| I don’t care, I ain’t keeping score
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| Nobody’s faith here you need to restore
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| I’m on the shy side of forty
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| I’m on the shy side of forty
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| Is that a reason to love me?
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| I like your jacket, you hardly tip
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| I like your smile, but I have to admit
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| I have never heard your body of music of before
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| I act surprised, turned on Spotify, it isn’t there
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| Some copyright territorial rift
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| Will you just take me at my word?
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| Nothing less nothing more
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| Out of my mind, I’m down on the floor
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| All out of time but I’m begging for more
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| I’m on the shy side of forty
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| Is that a reason to love me?
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| I had a dream of my old school high school
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| There was nobody left
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| Just that old janitor Russel Avery Smith
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| My old girl, my first love, my first kiss
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| I caught them fucking in basement
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| The type of place it would happen
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| The kind of thing at this type of event
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| You’d never believe but kind of always suspect
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| But it was kind of romantic
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| It had its own inner logic
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| They asked me why, and how I got in
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| I could not emit the sound to tell them
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| It was our twenty year reunion
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| I got the email, I went
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| Russel was kind, he was good to his kids
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| Maybe I always underestimated
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| Everybody else around me
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| We gotta make our own beauty
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| Time and time we have to find it again
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| When we die, do we start over again?
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| Back at the shy side of forty
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| At the shy side of forty
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| Time and time we have to find it again
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| At the shy side of forty
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| When we die, do we start over again?
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| At the shy side of forty
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| Time and time we have to find it again
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| When we die, do we start over again?
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| Back at the shy side of forty
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| At the shy side of forty |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Free Pour , by - Wintersleep. Song from the album In the Land Of, in the genre Иностранный рок