Tangarine - twenty-three years lyrics

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Twenty-three years on a bus with a legal fee.

Twenty-three years on a bus with a legal fee.

Since eighty-three they didn’t ask me where the hell I’m goin’ without guarantees.

Twenty-three years on a bus with a legal fee.

I’m on the next few miles since nineteen-eighty-three.

I’m on the next few miles since nineteen-eighty-three.

While people flee with there Christmas trees and I am goin’ where the wind is blowin’ me.

I’m on the next few miles since nineteen-eighty-three.

There’s a needle in my hand when I shake my brothers hand.

There’s a whistle in my ear that says run dry.

And I’m wondering why it does when I pray to God above.

Well the good Lord shall get me out of here.

Twenty-three with a past to strange for me.

Twenty-three with a past to strange for me.

The bad times to me left scars and fleas and the good times they’ve left; missing all my dreams.

In the Twenty-three with a past to strange for me.

There’s a needle in my hand when I shake my brothers hand.

There’s a whistle in my ear that says run dry.

And I’m wondering why it does when I pray to God above.

Well the good Lord shall get me out of here.

Twenty-three years with a lesson on my field of view.

Twenty-three years with a lesson on my field of view.

Coz you sing your song ‘sweet glory hallelujah’ with your hands up high but it meant nothing to ya!

Twenty-three years with a lesson on my field of view.

There’s a needle in my hand when I shake my brothers hand.

There’s a whistle in my ear that says run dry.

And I’m wondering why it does when I pray to God above.

Well the good Lord shall get me out of here.