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[Intro: Karma-Ann Swanepoel, Karma-Ann Swanepoel & Sewerperson, Sewerperson]
Only once the drugs are done
(This is Waveboy)
I feel like dying
I-I feel like dying
(194—)
[Chorus]
1942, she need it so strong
And I can wait in bed and keep the lights on
So you know the pour on her could burn right through the Teflon of your soul
Memories retracted from the Nikon when gettin' home
Take me back to February, baby, I could feel the cold
June just breaks my spirit lately, I guess I'm just getting old
Fuck these reinventions you keep pushing, I would rather mold
Dirt seeps in my pores as April weather starts to melt the snow
[Bridge]
This parking lot full of empty cans
Sеrved the purpose of youthful ignorancе
Still, I crave that cradle of innocence
As my problems drown me in this wet cement (194—)
[Chorus]
1942, she need it so strong
And I can wait in bed and keep the lights on
So you know the pour on her could burn right through the Teflon of your soul
Memories retracted from the Nikon when gettin' home
Take me back to February, baby, I could feel the cold
June just breaks my spirit lately, I guess I'm just getting old
Fuck these reinventions you keep pushing, I would rather mold
Dirt seeps in my pores as April weather starts to melt the snow (Melt the snow)
Only once the drugs are done
(This is Waveboy)
I feel like dying
I-I feel like dying
(194—)
[Chorus]
1942, she need it so strong
And I can wait in bed and keep the lights on
So you know the pour on her could burn right through the Teflon of your soul
Memories retracted from the Nikon when gettin' home
Take me back to February, baby, I could feel the cold
June just breaks my spirit lately, I guess I'm just getting old
Fuck these reinventions you keep pushing, I would rather mold
Dirt seeps in my pores as April weather starts to melt the snow
[Bridge]
This parking lot full of empty cans
Sеrved the purpose of youthful ignorancе
Still, I crave that cradle of innocence
As my problems drown me in this wet cement (194—)
[Chorus]
1942, she need it so strong
And I can wait in bed and keep the lights on
So you know the pour on her could burn right through the Teflon of your soul
Memories retracted from the Nikon when gettin' home
Take me back to February, baby, I could feel the cold
June just breaks my spirit lately, I guess I'm just getting old
Fuck these reinventions you keep pushing, I would rather mold
Dirt seeps in my pores as April weather starts to melt the snow (Melt the snow)
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