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BECK >> Merchandise Links
BECK
Rowboat, row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She don't wanna be my friend no more Pick me up, gimme some food to eat In your truck, goin' no place I'll be home, talkin' to nobody You'll be strange, you'll be far away Big fat moon And my body's out of tune With the burnin' waves She's a billion years away Dog food on the floor And I been like this before She is all And everything else is small Pick me up, gimme some alcohol In your truck, playin' the radio I'll be home with the gasoline You'll be stoned, you'll be far away Rowboat, row me to the shore She don't wanna be my friend no more She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul She is all and everything else is small
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