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Concrete Blonde Days And Days

, today Days and days, days and days, days and days, days and days, days Days and days and days and days, days and days and days and days Come on now

Maybe it's just a phase The days and the nights and the nights and the days Of tossing and turning and buring and churning Inside my brain Or, maybe

, falling, falling into my seventh life My father rode a motorcycle naked in the rain Mother, a flower girl, blonde and 18 Three long days in the Colorado

neighborhood [MC Serch] Cause my feet are firmly planted on the concrete High-top fade, with no need for a blonde streak Now let me chill, it's a sign of maturity And