Somethings odd
Little people on my bracelets
Checking for the waitress
Left in cuffs
Trouble all-inclusive
Wonder who might use it
Way too tough
Lost imagination
Back into the station
Rose above
Someone's gotta do it
Shackled and abusive
[And] now I know way too much
Take a step back we'll discuss
And have a picnic with a nun
And throw ourselves in the morning sun
F*ck all the waiting
Take off don't think about landing
Need some understanding
Take off your clothes
Start living
Why
Did I count all the stars
When I had no time
And now
[I] wanna dive through
The ocean but I don't know-how
Oh wow
And I read a paper written by the press
I wonder who might fit in this dress
When there's no one to put it on
F*ck all the waiting
Take off don't think about landing
Need some understanding
Take off your clothes
Start living
Jon D.O.E. - Trouble All Inclusive Lyrics
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Somethings odd
Little people on my bracelets
Checking for the waitress
Left in cuffs
Trouble all-inclusive
Wonder who might use it
Way too tough
Lost imagination
Back into the station
Rose above
Someone's gotta do it
Shackled and abusive
[And] now I know way too much
Take a step back we'll discuss
And have a picnic with a nun
And throw ourselves in the morning sun
F*ck all the waiting
Take off don't think about landing
Need some understanding
Take off your clothes
Start living
Why
Did I count all the stars
When I had no time
And now
[I] wanna dive through
The ocean but I don't know-how
Oh wow
And I read a paper written by the press
I wonder who might fit in this dress
When there's no one to put it on
F*ck all the waiting
Take off don't think about landing
Need some understanding
Take off your clothes
Start living
Little people on my bracelets
Checking for the waitress
Left in cuffs
Trouble all-inclusive
Wonder who might use it
Way too tough
Lost imagination
Back into the station
Rose above
Someone's gotta do it
Shackled and abusive
[And] now I know way too much
Take a step back we'll discuss
And have a picnic with a nun
And throw ourselves in the morning sun
F*ck all the waiting
Take off don't think about landing
Need some understanding
Take off your clothes
Start living
Why
Did I count all the stars
When I had no time
And now
[I] wanna dive through
The ocean but I don't know-how
Oh wow
And I read a paper written by the press
I wonder who might fit in this dress
When there's no one to put it on
F*ck all the waiting
Take off don't think about landing
Need some understanding
Take off your clothes
Start living
Writer: Paul Richter
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