Will I make a wish
For years again, then trade it all back in?
For wedding cake, pink lemonade, incense?
Like citronella candles, we were lit
On my life
I shoot when I see the whites of your eyes
When winter days keep you and I inside
Sometimes it just feels good to twist the knife
And no one knows why
And if I could
I'd listen to your voice read the phonebook
Replace the leaves on every branch i shook
I think it might be time to hang it up
Bryn Rich - Sophomore Slump Lyrics
Bryn Rich - Sophomore Slump Lyrics
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Will I make a wish
For years again, then trade it all back in?
For wedding cake, pink lemonade, incense?
Like citronella candles, we were lit
On my life
I shoot when I see the whites of your eyes
When winter days keep you and I inside
Sometimes it just feels good to twist the knife
And no one knows why
And if I could
I'd listen to your voice read the phonebook
Replace the leaves on every branch i shook
I think it might be time to hang it up
For years again, then trade it all back in?
For wedding cake, pink lemonade, incense?
Like citronella candles, we were lit
On my life
I shoot when I see the whites of your eyes
When winter days keep you and I inside
Sometimes it just feels good to twist the knife
And no one knows why
And if I could
I'd listen to your voice read the phonebook
Replace the leaves on every branch i shook
I think it might be time to hang it up
Writer: Bryn Rich
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