Ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye
'N we go for a drink at your favourite bar
'N we make out in the booth of a car
'N we laugh over a thousand stories
'N the patrons of the bar
Look over from a far
'N we might appear bizarre
But it don't matter
'Cause we know who we are
We know who we are
'N I don't believe I'm crazy
'N I'm not on pills
'N I remember seeing her
When I was sitting on the windowsill
Writing to Will
'N she looked up at me
From down below
From the pavement
'N she smiled in a corner of her face
'N she exists like a painting
Or in a film
'N how many strings must I snap on my guitar
Before you return to your star
Adam Cirillo - Cult Lyrics
Adam Cirillo - Cult Lyrics
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Ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye, ye
'N we go for a drink at your favourite bar
'N we make out in the booth of a car
'N we laugh over a thousand stories
'N the patrons of the bar
Look over from a far
'N we might appear bizarre
But it don't matter
'Cause we know who we are
We know who we are
'N I don't believe I'm crazy
'N I'm not on pills
'N I remember seeing her
When I was sitting on the windowsill
Writing to Will
'N she looked up at me
From down below
From the pavement
'N she smiled in a corner of her face
'N she exists like a painting
Or in a film
'N how many strings must I snap on my guitar
Before you return to your star
'N we go for a drink at your favourite bar
'N we make out in the booth of a car
'N we laugh over a thousand stories
'N the patrons of the bar
Look over from a far
'N we might appear bizarre
But it don't matter
'Cause we know who we are
We know who we are
'N I don't believe I'm crazy
'N I'm not on pills
'N I remember seeing her
When I was sitting on the windowsill
Writing to Will
'N she looked up at me
From down below
From the pavement
'N she smiled in a corner of her face
'N she exists like a painting
Or in a film
'N how many strings must I snap on my guitar
Before you return to your star