Loose green tea and a bonsai tree, an underground apartment
Check my e-mail and wash my clothes while my rice is cooking
Oh jesus christ, how i hate making phonecalls --my man mason jennings
I got a shelf full of books and most of my teeth
A few pairs of socks and a door with a lock
I got food in my belly and a license for my telly
And nothing's going to bring me down --cute baby paolo nutini
because we are your friends, you'll never be alone again. come on.
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