Hearing every word, thinking it's true
In a barren field for us to cut through
On our victory lap 'cross an old street cat
That turns to stop and see you
A small stone somewhere in your shoe
All day long
All day long
Long
The old folks wake up for the day
Seeing the monsters have lingered from the past
And a great bird is flying away
From our family tree; something wrong with me
I've got a secret or two
Hiding somewhere but
It won't take long
No it won't take long
Long
If I want to walk home with you Hearing every word, thinking it's true In a barren field for us to cut through On our victory lap 'cross an old street cat That turns to stop and see you A small stone somewhere in your shoe All day long All day long Long The old folks wake up for the day Seeing the monsters have lingered from the past And a great bird is flying away From our family tree; something wrong with me I've got a secret or two Hiding somewhere but It won't take long No it won't take long Long Explain Request ×
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