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letra de dishwater - jack cookson (folk)

let’s get out of the city
(and) let’s get out of our heads
we can watch the evening die
and want for nothing for the rest of our lives
(for a while)

and let us be the last to know
tell our friends that it isn’t so
we can laugh, we can cry for a while
but it always ends with just a sigh
or a soft, reluctant goodbye
goodbye

we look back into the summers
of open air and endless daze/days
from our winters of discontent
the dishwater’s warm but the cutlery’s bent
with our lives dictated by the money we’ve spent
and, oh, every day looks the same
except the sky turns from blue when it rains
and if we love that we share is just chemicals
then why should we care and
why should we wonder why we care
and so it goes, it goes on and on and on
it goes on and on and on

- jack cookson folk

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