paroles de chanson Everysong - Lloyd Cole
Think
you're
really
something
now
Just
'cause
I
offer
you
a
ride
in
my
brand
new
car
When
you
know
we're
nothing
more
than
just
Smoke
and
rhetoric
and
barely
rhyming
as
we
are
So
don't
get
so
excited
He's
not
that
kind
of
writer
Chances
are
we'll
wind
up
In
some
godforsaken
cul-de-sac
not
love
No
use
to
get
sad
about
it
Can't
love
everysong
Well,
let's
not
lose
perspective,
now
Just
because
we
spend
a
little
time
together
While
we're
on
our
way
And
sure,
I'll
hold
you
for
a
little
while
If
you
ask
me,
I
can
stay
at
least
until
tomorrow
But
now
we're
halfway
through
the
song
And
I'm
still
tagging
along
Surely
clouds
are
coming
soon
But
as
of
now,
I
can
see
nothing
but
blue
No
use
to
go
second
guessing
Can't
cry
everysong
Maybe
the
wine
is
going
cheap
At
the
creative
retreat
Maybe
our
man's
smoking
something
Because
something's
feeling
scarily
like
love
No
need
to
complain,
no
siree,
Bob
Can't
cry
everysong
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