Working Men's Club Lyrics
"White Rooms and People"
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Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me
Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me
And old age, come for me
Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me
Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me
Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me
And old age, come for me
Dawn, a new day
And old age, come for me
We're friends in the summertime
And knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime
And asking me for more and
And knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime
And asking me for more and
Flowers blooming, people talking
Shit about you, so confused
Flowers blooming, people talking
Shit about you, so confused
Shit about you, so confused
Flowers blooming, people talking
Shit about you, so confused
White rooms and people
And me and you and something
White rooms and people
And me and you and nothing
White rooms and people
And me and you and
And me and you and something
White rooms and people
And me and you and nothing
White rooms and people
And me and you and
We're friends in the summertime
And knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime
And asking me for more and
And knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime
And asking me for more and
We're friends in the summertime
And knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime
And asking me for more and
And knocking at my door
We're friends in the summertime
And asking me for more and