Old Folks
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Lyrics
i threw up under that tree in high school ♪ always looking for something nice or something alright alone under bedsheet covers driving around, i'll think of old friends underground, "remember yesterday, remember today." think something nice or nothing alright, driving silence isn't silence i went through that hole where old folks don't go and i wrote my name there i wrote my name there
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:55
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 56 BPM