Green Day by Green Day
Artist: Green Day
Album: 1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hours
Green Day 1,039 Smoothed Out Slappy Hours Green Day
A small cloud has fallen
The white mist hits the ground
My lungs comfort me with joy
Vegging on one detail
The rest just crowds around
My eyes itch of burning red
The white mist hits the ground
My lungs comfort me with joy
Vegging on one detail
The rest just crowds around
My eyes itch of burning red
Picture sounds
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Looks like I found something new
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Looks like I found something new
Laying in my bed
I think I'm in left field
I picture someone, I think it's you
You're standing so darn close
My body begins to swell
Why does 1 + 1 make 2
I think I'm in left field
I picture someone, I think it's you
You're standing so darn close
My body begins to swell
Why does 1 + 1 make 2
Picture sounds
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Looks like I found something new
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Looks like I found something new
Laying in my bed
I think I'm in left field
I picture someone, I think it's you
You're standing so darn close
My body begins to swell
Why does 1 + 1 make 2
I think I'm in left field
I picture someone, I think it's you
You're standing so darn close
My body begins to swell
Why does 1 + 1 make 2
Picture sounds
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
Of moving insects so surreal
Lay around
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