What Deaner Was Talkin' About
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The wash is out It's hanging up And all I have Is nothing Nothing to do Nothing to say I think I must be dreaming The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend If I was king I'd wear a ring And never hurt my people I'd stay alert And dress to kill I might even slip you something The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friend The sun comes up and I'm all washed out Is this what Deaner was talkin' about I don't think I will ever return again my friendalternative alternative pop alternative rock annoying chill the fuck out Comedy Rock Cult of Boognish drugs Eric Larnick Fakehands mix from: new hope from: pennsylvania From: USA fun stuff genius ghay good happiness humor i love ween indie indie gods indie rock marijuana open door music p-tracks playlist 2007 rock Stoner Rock sunny side up sunday station tracks under two minutes weed Ween
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