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Karaoke text písně Sunday's Best - Looks Like A Mess

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Drank it up slowly
As I looked at the only
People in the room.
â€śIt's ok to admit that
You have been laughed at,â€ť
Said Mr. Deacon Blues.

Then some broken fool laughed
And hi-fived the bar back,
â€śI'll have another round.â€ť
Raised it up to the ceiling, said
â€śThis one with feeling.
What's the matter with this town.â€ť

If I look like a mess. I must be a mess.

Kick snare and hi-hat,
Crushed cigarette pack,
2 is coming soon.
Kids on a wall plaque,
â€śAYSO Champs, Summer 1992.â€ť

â€śGood hands don't deserve this.â€ť
â€śMaybe someday you'll learn kid that
Silence is a sound.â€ť
Raise it up to the ceiling,
â€śMake this one with feeling.â€ť
We'll drink until we drownâ€¦

Turning on and off and on.