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You look good in the morning sun Outstretched like a panther on the forest floor Still, I don't have the time to be here I wanna know where you got them from Because you're built like an atom bomb, ready to blow Still, I don't have the time to be here Oh, we're Times New Roman and they're Comic Sans We've built our castle and all they've got is the sand Don't be the one to let Freud slip (Pick him up, pick him up) You know he's getting on a bit (Pick him up, pick him up) Don't be the one to let Freud slip (Pick him up, pick him up) You know he's getting on a bit (Pick him up, pick him up) Why don't you put that red dress on? Let's pretend that there's nothing wrong And I suppose it'll make you happy "Ever after" is what we've become But there's bullets in this loaded gun It's just I never had to fire them We're Times New Roman and they're Comic Sans Letras de cancionesDon't be the one to let Freud slip (Pick him up, pick him up) You know he's getting on a bit (Pick him up, pick him up) Don't be the one to let Freud slip (Pick him up, pick him up) You know he's getting on a bit (Pick him up, pick him up) (Don't be the one to let Freud slip) (Pick him up, pick him up) (You know he's getting on a bit) (Pick him up, pick him up) You look good in the morning sun You look good in the morning sun You look good in the morning sun You look good in the morning sun You look good in the morning sun You look good in the morning sun You look good- From Letras Mania