James Franco: Stoner Of The Year Songtext
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Relying on
All that you thought
When you were young
Discussions were simpler
Your back was set straight
Warm arms and legs grow cold
Come up with something else to say
You come across a photograph that looks a lot like you
All that you thought
When you were young
Discussions were simpler
Your back was set straight
Warm arms and legs grow cold
Come up with something else to say
You come across a photograph that looks a lot like you
Your voice is weak
Your hands are numb
Your legs begin to give
And in all of this you remember how it used to be
And in all of this I swear to god I think I used to fit
Your hands are numb
Your legs begin to give
And in all of this you remember how it used to be
And in all of this I swear to god I think I used to fit
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