I could be wearing that old tee and those trousers from the other day
Beer stains and cig ashes
Oh the wonders of slipping my arms through this will take all that away
White flakes on my nose and hands of cold ocean breeze
It saved me from the evils of the air
Protected upon my shoulders and down to my knees
I was once a childish boy with hair so chaotic
But a chest framed with collar
I turn to you as a man of meaning with heart so symbolic
I could be wearing that old tee and those trousers from the other day
Beer stains and cig ashes
Oh the wonders of slipping my arms through this will take all that away
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