And then he writes my song. He is me. I am he?
But I don't mindthe importance of being idle
As long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fine
If you give me a minute
A man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
I lost my faith in the summertime
Cos it don't stop raining
The sky all day is as black as night
But I'm not complaining
I begged my doctor for one more line
He said son, what's family?
It ain't no place to be killin' time
I guess I'm just lazy
Oasis
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