Dear Dad, Yours Truly - Mr. Wright lyrics

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Lanney Wright never lived up to his name Chalked it up to fun and games Whatever he’d touch would go up in flames Go up in flames Lanney Wright, perfect as his name did sound Caught up with just the wrong crowd Too low for north, too high for south High for south Lanney, Lanney, Lanney Every time we go out My feet are feeling toasty But my head’s in the clouds Lanney, Lanney, Lanney Every time we go out My feet are feeling toasty But my head’s in the clouds Mr. Wright sits all alone at home The heartbeat of a metronome Pounds, and he feels his life is a poem Life is a poem Mr. Wright, why hasn’t your life been kind? Lonely at the city line Pray for your friends, you know they’re all lying You know they’re all lying (Chorus) Now get the memo, buy a halo Get your legs out of the floor tonight You know one day you’ll find a way, You’re going to make your folks proud alright Don’t ever say you’ll never be What you’ve been dreaming up all these years When you’re a saint, it ain’t a fluke You’re going to pull through, shift your gears (Chorus X2) (Thanks to Daniel for these lyrics)