Well you didn't wake up this morning,cos you didn't go to bed,
you were watching the whites of your eyes turn red.
The calendar on your wall, is ticking the days off,
Youv'e been reading some old letters,you smile and think how much youv'e changed,
all the money in the world couldn't buy back those days.
You pull back the curtains and the sun burns into your eyes,
you watch a plane flying,across the clear blue sky.
This is the day, your life will surely change,
This is the day, when things fall into place.
You could of done anything,you'd wanted,
and all your friends and family think that your lucky.
There's a time you'll never see,when you left them only memories,
that hold your life, together like glue.
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there ya go, I was sick of singing it to myself...
Hollandia
.............you fuckers make damn fine beer
