Nontrol - Daan

i read no signs i cut no pines

i only walk these crooked lines

ain’t got no watch

ain’t got no clutch

i never sleep but dream to much

i knew this girl from out of town

she rang me up to mow her lawn

her grass was green

but she looked mean

while polishing her floor pristine

i stared at someone else’s sky

i found some cloud to keep me dry

i shook their hands like reverends

i kissed their tarmac just to land

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noone to keep you on hold

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no coat to keep out the cold

each morning when i drive to work

i crash all cars all fenders hurt

each time i try to go by train

i end up getting lost in spain

no g no p no single s

no north no south no east no west

no bed no bread no girl no guy

can put my little sick mind to rest

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noone to keep you on hold

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no coat to keep out the cold

if mom got rich by selling crosses

i’ll get rich i’ll sell my losses

a rock ain’t something you become

unless you’re good at throwing some

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