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Hot Mulligan - This Song Is Called Its Called What Its Called Lyrics



Hot Mulligan - This Song Is Called Its Called What Its Called Lyrics
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A cape town, some royal crown, an hour
I don't know where my wallet is
Crawl to bed on a stranger's floor
Lit cigarette, burning holes into their porch
An old van, a farmers tan, a venue
I don't know where my wallet is
Crossing roads where the city ends
I don't know, I don't know

Can't get it back
Can't get it back, I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all
Reach into my head and find
I don't remember most of the time

Oh, there's so much I would change
Take more pictures
Oh, I left so much to say
Left so much to say

All the missed connections
Oh, I left so much to say
Why do the years move faster?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Will I spend the effort?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Oh, there's so much I'd let go

I'll somehow frame a narrative
Where all my actions have some evil aim
The worst is yet to come
I'll retrace the capitol
The day we wandered all the monuments
A belly full of drinks
What could I have done wrong? Does intent equal fault?
How to end a perfect day if not
Finding what to blame on myself

And nothing hits as hard the second time
It's all lost its charm but not it's signs
(A cape town, some royal crown, an hour)
And nothing hits as hard the second time
(An old van, a farmers tan, a venue)
It's all lost its charm, but not it's signs

The nights I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all (I don't know where my wallet is)
I reach into my head and find
I don't remember most of the time (I don't know where my wallet is)
The nights I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all (I don't know where my wallet is)
I reach into my head and find
I don't remember most of the time (I don't know)

The nights I'd stay awake and saw
The morning shed its shadows long
The blanket I'd forget to bring
I half remember everything

(Dude, do a drum fill)
(The iPad, use the iPad)
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A cape town, some royal crown, an hour
I don't know where my wallet is
Crawl to bed on a stranger's floor
Lit cigarette, burning holes into their porch
An old van, a farmers tan, a venue
I don't know where my wallet is
Crossing roads where the city ends
I don't know, I don't know

Can't get it back
Can't get it back, I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all
Reach into my head and find
I don't remember most of the time

Oh, there's so much I would change
Take more pictures
Oh, I left so much to say
Left so much to say

All the missed connections
Oh, I left so much to say
Why do the years move faster?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Will I spend the effort?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Oh, there's so much I'd let go

I'll somehow frame a narrative
Where all my actions have some evil aim
The worst is yet to come
I'll retrace the capitol
The day we wandered all the monuments
A belly full of drinks
What could I have done wrong? Does intent equal fault?
How to end a perfect day if not
Finding what to blame on myself

And nothing hits as hard the second time
It's all lost its charm but not it's signs
(A cape town, some royal crown, an hour)
And nothing hits as hard the second time
(An old van, a farmers tan, a venue)
It's all lost its charm, but not it's signs

The nights I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all (I don't know where my wallet is)
I reach into my head and find
I don't remember most of the time (I don't know where my wallet is)
The nights I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all (I don't know where my wallet is)
I reach into my head and find
I don't remember most of the time (I don't know)

The nights I'd stay awake and saw
The morning shed its shadows long
The blanket I'd forget to bring
I half remember everything

(Dude, do a drum fill)
(The iPad, use the iPad)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Brandon Blakely, Christopher Freeman, Nathan Sanville, Ryan Malicsi
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management

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