90 In November - Why Bonnie.lrc

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[00:15.856] Smoking like a sinner
[00:18.090] Buzzing like a bee
[00:21.035] 90 in November
[00:23.247] Keeping up the speed
[00:26.228] Pick up trucks are working
[00:28.541] To pick up the pace
[00:31.376] Lonely times are louder
[00:33.585] In the Lone Star State
[00:37.897]
[00:47.064] Technicolored sun
[00:48.818] Like when I was a kid
[00:52.130] 90 in November
[00:54.433] Heating up the grid
[00:56.997]
[00:57.971] Fast times of getting way too high
[01:02.663] Cardboard cut out cowboy
[01:04.919] Waving me goodbye
[01:08.410]
[01:12.691] Still it seems
[01:18.358] Like it doesn’t mean a thing
[01:22.941] Still it seems
[01:28.756] Like it doesn’t mean a thing
[01:34.392]
[01:44.077] I’ve been trailing off
[01:46.551] Lack of punctuation
[01:49.304] Yelling like a dove
[01:51.239] And sleeping like a question
[01:54.377] Picking up a pen that’s running out of ink
[01:59.618] Crossing my eyes and dotting all my T’s
[02:05.465]
[02:09.731] Still it seems
[02:15.409] Like it doesn’t mean a thing
[02:20.164] Still it seems
[02:25.865] Like it doesn’t mean a thing
[02:32.377]
[02:42.462] Pressing my luck
[02:46.894] On a $2 fill up
[02:51.795] Might not get far but I’m fast
[02:55.467]
[02:57.883] Making out with black lungs
[03:02.873] And a heart of gold
[03:06.279] Going once, going twice
[03:09.053] Now I’m sold
[03:11.614] Going once, going twice
[03:14.294] Now I’m sold
[03:16.763] Going once, going twice
[03:19.428] Now I’m sold
文本歌词
Smoking like a sinner
Buzzing like a bee
90 in November
Keeping up the speed
Pick up trucks are working
To pick up the pace
Lonely times are louder
In the Lone Star State
Technicolored sun
Like when I was a kid
90 in November
Heating up the grid
Fast times of getting way too high
Cardboard cut out cowboy
Waving me goodbye
Still it seems
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
Still it seems
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
I’ve been trailing off
Lack of punctuation
Yelling like a dove
And sleeping like a question
Picking up a pen that’s running out of ink
Crossing my eyes and dotting all my T’s
Still it seems
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
Still it seems
Like it doesn’t mean a thing
Pressing my luck
On a $2 fill up
Might not get far but I’m fast
Making out with black lungs
And a heart of gold
Going once, going twice
Now I’m sold
Going once, going twice
Now I’m sold
Going once, going twice
Now I’m sold