Regular Disease

Lyrics

She knew that I'd choose a short brunette in brown shoes.
 I ask the time and she hides her smile.
 And when there's nothing left to use,
 It's a regular disease.
 And when there's nothing left to see,
 It's a regular disease.
 She laughs out loud when she reads,
 She can't see how her key fits.
 She's rare indeed, in here in bare feet.

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Song Details

Duration
04:10
Key
7
Tempo
118 BPM

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