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« Gonna be a long time »
John Butler Trio
Well everybody’s lookin for something they can’t find
walking straight ahead blind folded production line
only taking time for one type of shoe shine
Don’t look left/right now you got a street fine
Everybody’s lookin for just a little more
Working late nights trying to fight off the day glow
Waiting for the come-around but it is a no show
Driving in the fast lane lookin for the slow-mo...
Oh what’s in store I don’t know anymore
O what’s inside ’cos I can’t hide from it now more
Oh what you see well it’s not me anymore
Oh I don’t know well I don’t know man anymore
Because I tell you once I tell you twice, gonna be a long time
But you don’t take no ones advice, gonna be a long time
Gonna be a long time
So now your face down, face lookin like a frying pan
Hitting up the clubs trying to feel like a real man
Beating your chest just like you’re king kong but you’re just a gui-tar no-string no-song
Feeling free like ya don’t even know it, man you’re towing the line
Hoping you just don’t blow it
Man ya stuck in the mainframe trying to win the big game so
Much potential it even makes it more of a shame, shame, shame
Here we go again, same old shit just another name
Looking at the destinythere in your palm
But now you got your strings but you got no song
So sing, sing, sing - shake it like a chicken wing
It’s not what you get it’s about what you bring, bring, bring
So bring it, bring it to the table, not because you have to ’cos
you’re willing and you’re able
Oh what’s in store I don’t know anymore
O what’s inside ’cos I can’t hide from it now more
Oh what you see well it’s not me anymore
Oh I don’t know well I don’t know man anymore
Because I tell you once I tell you twice, gonna be a long time
But you don’t take no ones advice, gonna be a long time
Gonna be a long time
walking straight ahead blind folded production line
only taking time for one type of shoe shine
Don’t look left/right now you got a street fine
Everybody’s lookin for just a little more
Working late nights trying to fight off the day glow
Waiting for the come-around but it is a no show
Driving in the fast lane lookin for the slow-mo...
Oh what’s in store I don’t know anymore
O what’s inside ’cos I can’t hide from it now more
Oh what you see well it’s not me anymore
Oh I don’t know well I don’t know man anymore
Because I tell you once I tell you twice, gonna be a long time
But you don’t take no ones advice, gonna be a long time
Gonna be a long time
So now your face down, face lookin like a frying pan
Hitting up the clubs trying to feel like a real man
Beating your chest just like you’re king kong but you’re just a gui-tar no-string no-song
Feeling free like ya don’t even know it, man you’re towing the line
Hoping you just don’t blow it
Man ya stuck in the mainframe trying to win the big game so
Much potential it even makes it more of a shame, shame, shame
Here we go again, same old shit just another name
Looking at the destinythere in your palm
But now you got your strings but you got no song
So sing, sing, sing - shake it like a chicken wing
It’s not what you get it’s about what you bring, bring, bring
So bring it, bring it to the table, not because you have to ’cos
you’re willing and you’re able
Oh what’s in store I don’t know anymore
O what’s inside ’cos I can’t hide from it now more
Oh what you see well it’s not me anymore
Oh I don’t know well I don’t know man anymore
Because I tell you once I tell you twice, gonna be a long time
But you don’t take no ones advice, gonna be a long time
Gonna be a long time
