Years away
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with foreign girls
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the bedlam boys
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took sand from pearls
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The tide went out
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the time was ripe
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it's so much more subtle
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to be the silent type
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and I'm in no mood to reunite
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if they came with her tonight
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The bedlam boys
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make some noise for me
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the bedlam boys
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Lisa's knocking at
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my open door
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with a chance to makeup
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and a hope for more
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So I just whispered to her
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underbreath
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"This love has suffered
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such a quiet death"
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The keys in your pocket
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have turned to rust
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You brought suspicion
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and I was put in trust
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she says "time and tide abide"
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yeah 'cause time and tide's been fried
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by the bedlam boys
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make some noise for me
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the bedlam boys
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make some noise for me
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Well, it's history my baby
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like ruins in textbooks
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that's making you stare
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with come-hither-type looks
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and that's why your touch seems
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so baited with all those old hooks
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this ain't part of the deal
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see all that counts is how you feel
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about the bedlam boys
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make some noise for me
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the bedlam boys
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make some noise for me...
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Disney's a Snow Cone/Bedlam Boys
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Michael Penn |