Feel sick after every meal,
’cause I know a life from your burning weed,
Sleep, I sleep every day,
Wipe the cobwebs away, I need to be loved,
Christ I’m out of my mind,
I need to be loved, I need to be loved,
So I turn to you and I say,
Thank goodness for the good souls that make life better,
So I turn to you and I say,
If it wasn’t for the good souls, life would not matter,
Straight in on your girlfriend,
Making her feel like there’s gonna be war.
Dive, straight in at the deep end,
Making you feel like there’s gonna be war.
So I turn to you and I say,
Thank goodness for the good souls that make life better,
So I turn to you and I say,
If it wasn’t for the good souls, life would not matter,
One good day of the weekend I’ll be up again,
One good day of the week I’ll be higher than the government,
So I turn to you and I say,
Thank goodness for the good souls that make life better,
So I turn to you and I say,
If it wasn’t for the good souls, life would not matter,
So I turn to you and I say,
You’re messing with a good heart,
You’ve gotta take what’s yours. |
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