歌词
As he fired up the drum machine
He stole a glance at the empty seats
He took a minute to retune his guitar
Pa pa ra pa pa ra
As the hour grew late
I wanna send this out to Richie Vey
In his thrift store corner of the world
His soul is my cheap laugh
Pa pa ra pa pa ra
As the hour grows late
Pa pa pa pa pa pa
As the hour grows late
Pa pa ra pa pa ra
As the hour grows late
Pa pa pa pa pa pa
Pa pa ra pa pa ra
As the hour grows late
Pa pa pa pa pa pa
Pa pa ra pa pa ra
As the hour grows late
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