Films, The
Holiday
It's good to go away for the summerIt's good to lie awake all nightI got this real bad habitOf settin up camp where the lightin strikesWhy don't cha sit me down in the kitchen?Why don't cha tell me cut my hair?Why don't cha stop looking through the mirror?Wearing out that far off stareHow bout a holiday, how bout a holidayYeah yeahHow bout a holiday, how bout a holidayYeah yeahWell these people get so meanWhen they grind you through the gears of the big machineI've seen a little too much highwayI've drank a little too much wineI've kept too many deep dark secretsThat sooner or later wear out my mindI've got an unclear destinationI've been an irresponsible sonI should've seen it comingI get all wound up and then I pop like a gunLetras de cancionesHow bout a holiday, how bout a holidayYeah yeahHow bout a holiday, how bout a holidayYeah yeahI don't want to make no sceneI'm just looking for another dirty way to keep cleanHow bout a holiday, how bout a holidayYeah yeahHow bout a holiday, how bout a holidayYeah yeahAs silly as it seemsI'm just looking for another dirty way to keep clean
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