This Song Is Called It’s Called What It’s Called Hot Mulligan

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A Cape Town, some Royal Crown, an hour
I don't know where my wallet is
Crawl to bed on a stranger's floor
Lit cigarette, burning holes into their porch
An old van, a farmers tan, a venue
I don't know where my wallet is
Crossing roads where the city ends
I don't know
I don't know

Can't get it back
Can't get it back, I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all
Reach into my head and find
I don't remember most the time

Oh, there's so much I would change
Take more pictures
Oh, I left so much to say
Lеft so much to say

All the missed connections
Oh, I lеft so much to say
Why do the years move faster?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Will I spend the effort?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Oh, there's so much I'd let go