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Pretty Things Cold Stone

a hole to beg a please now rest for me This world is just cold stone this world is just cold stone this world is just cold stone we're in a hole we

live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole thing

I was a young boy I used to watch my daddy play And in my heart I?d always say He was wrong He had to be crazy Knocked stone cold out of his mind To be leaving my pretty

I wont do that again Austin: Well, obviously not that guitar! Ha Ha Ha! Hey ya can't get all sad about this thing, that's just the way things go.

Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks Charley bought some popcorn, Billy bought a car Someone almost bought the farm but they didn't go that far And things

la lie Even god's little creatures, they have to die Our little town fell into a state of shock A lot of people were saying things that made little sense Then the next thing

it, Her girdle keeps scraping the homes on each side. In Dublin's fair city, Where girls are so pretty, My Molly stands out 'cause she weighs 18 stone

'll keep on getting stoned Bully jones bully jones bully jones Big bad dude sure ain't very pretty His ugly is awfully hard to take He looks just like a cold

I understand, I understand, I understand Nothin' stays if it's gotta go now Can't get water from a stone now Sometimes you've got to think about The things