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The Woods

 

The Woods

(альбом: The Owl - 2019)


Na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na-na-na-na

One man's trash is another man's treasure
One stays gone, one'll try to stay home
One man's walls might feel like a prison
Some live dying but I'm dying to live it

Some folks are staying out of the woods and I'm getting in 'em

Don't judge a book by it's cover 'cause people will differ
Don't shut 'em down, you never know what you're missing
Some people fight love, some love fighting
Some lay with the lambs and some roar with the lions

What floats your boat might sink mine
And what makes me smile might make you cry
You might get low, I might stay high
To each their own, ain't that right

One man's trash is another man's treasure
One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home
One man's walls might feel like a prison
Some live dying but I'm dying to live it

Some folks are staying out of the woods and I'm getting in 'em

Na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na-na-na-na

Some people ballroom dancing, some people twerking
Some work on trash like a Kardas-trophe surgeon
Some mountain don't, some mountain do
Some love their monkeys, some have 'em removed

What floats your boat might sink mine
And what makes me smile might make you cry
You might get low, I might stay high
To each their own, ain't that right

One man's trash is another man's treasure
One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home
One man's walls might feel like a prison
Some live dying but I'm dying to live it

Some folks are staying out of the woods and I'm getting in 'em

Na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na-na-na-na
Na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na, oh, na-na
Oh, na-na-na-na-na

What floats your boat might sink mine
And what makes me smile might make you cry
You might get low, I might stay high
To each their own, ain't that right

One man's trash is another man's treasure
One stays gone, one of 'em tryna stay home
One man's walls might feel like a prison
Some live dying but I'm dying to live it

Some folks are staying out of the woods and I'm getting in 'em

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