The washing's out, it's hanging up
And all I have is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
I don't think, I will ever return again, my friend
If I was king, I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert, and just to kill
I might even slip you something
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
I don't think, I will ever return again, my friend
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
And I don't think, I will ever return again, my friend
I do not think, I will ever return again, my friend
I do not think, I will ever return again, my friend
And all I have is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
I don't think, I will ever return again, my friend
If I was king, I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert, and just to kill
I might even slip you something
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
I don't think, I will ever return again, my friend
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about?
And I don't think, I will ever return again, my friend
I do not think, I will ever return again, my friend
I do not think, I will ever return again, my friend
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