Žodžiai dainai: Yoav. Yellowbrite Smile.

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Heyah listen to the rumbling sound
of a brain moving in reverse.
A belly fat with emptiness
that cannot ever seem to get enough.
I wandered into the temple hall,
sat with the pretty pigeons all in a row.
We've come to hear the oil slick salesman crow go,

Heyah, everything's cool my friends,
why don't you carry on like nothing is happening?
Why don't you, Heyah, carry on sleepwalking now, now, now?
Heyah carry on sleepwalking? Na, na, na.
Happy is a yellowbrite smile (a yellowbrite smile), but nobody's home.
I can't get it off of my face, and it's starting to ache, starting to ache.
And I'm never alone.

So, I climbed to the top of the tall, tall tower,
see a man about a shadow seed.
He says he'd make me king of everything,
As we watched ten thousand flashing screens.
And then the poet turned in to advertise him,
Under the sweet little Georgia Jones.
I knocked three times on the side of the glass,

And they go,
Heyah, everything's cool my friends,
why don't you carry on like nothing is happening?
Why don't you Heyah carry on sleepwalking now, now, now?
Heyah carry on sleepwalking? Na, na, na.
Happy is a yellowbrite smile (a yellowbrite smile), but nobody's home.
I can't get it off of my face and it's starting to ache, it?s starting to ache.
And I'm never alone.

Happy is a yellowbrite smile (a yellowbrite smile), but nobody's home.
I can't get it off of my face and it's starting to ache, it?s starting to ache.
And I'm never alone.

Never Alone? I can?t get it of my face? Of my face

Happy is a yellowbrite smile (a yellowbrite smile) but nobody's home.
I can't get it off of my face and it's starting to ache, it?s starting to ache.
Happy is a yellowbrite smile (a yellowbrite smile) but nobody's home.
I can't get it off of my face and it's starting to ache, it?s starting to ache.
And I'm never alone.
Never alone.
Never alone.
Never alone.
Never alone.