Summer of Our Discontent
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Lyrics
"oh, i really hate this place," she said putting on her makeup by the unmade bed mascara for the lonely want call our waitress "honey" then they tip with ones ♪ the summer of our discontent every dollar earned was already spent bitter sweat and circumstance layaway dreams, choked on first breath ♪ a little bit of suffering's just what you need to sweeten things remind you of whats good and pure a little suffering might cure ya
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:36
- Key
- 8
- Tempo
- 136 BPM