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It’s a Lot - The 88
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It’s a Lot The 88

It’s a Lot - The 88
Don't you worry, baby
I told you I was comin' home
I went into the back
Fell between the cracks
All alone

So when you say you did
Well, let's say you didn't
When you roll your eyes
I think you it get it
To memory
That we could never be

I'm just thinking back
And stuck on your shoulder
And it drags you down
It makes you feel old
It's a photograph
All that we never had

It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)
It's a lot (It's a lot)

And it's the cardboard box
Stuck in the corner
It's your back-wood talk
I'll make it in tone
It's your phonery (phonery phonery phonery)
Manages everything
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