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Woke up late again now the northerlies are in, blowing dogs off their leashes I think I might stay in bed It's the middle of July, and the waters still warm like the sun on my wall Don't even know if it's the weekend I've got nowhere left to be now I've been getting high, I've been getting low That's me, knocking on your front door "Hey mama", yeah your little boy's home I've been taking time, keeping off the road Lap it up because you know it don't last long These days I know, the best days are home days I ain't been doing much, but getting out my burrow Getting tacos on Tuesdays Only Tuesday's I've been finding peace on the ocean floor Something in the silence leaves me wanting more More and more Still got nowhere left to be now I've been getting high, I've been getting low That's me, knocking on your front door "Hey mama", yeah your little boy's home Letras de cancionesI've been taking time, keeping off the road Lap it up because you know it don't last long These days I know, the best days are home days (The best days are home days) From Letras Mania