The branches are swaying.
Without any strings, without any shoes
Our legs are just dangling
Tupelo swamps, two little hooves
Trapped in a painting
The sun it has set, the son you can see
Hasn't been named yet
He's starting to squint, it's starting to be
2019, congratulating you
2019, we're not waiting
Seasons step by in their heels
Watching my lovers, waves of watercolors
Bleach my skeleton and steal
All my aquarelles, some things I can't sell to you
I won't run for the races
Or head for the hills, I'll head to your room
I won't forget to pay rent
I'll stick in the mud, I'm sticking to you
When the piggies get pregnant
We'll keep to ourselves, keeping our cool
If that doesn't make sense
Well that's what you get when you're getting down to
2019, congratulating you
2019, we're not waiting
Lake Soda - 2019 Lyrics
Lake Soda - 2019 Lyrics
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The branches are swaying.
Without any strings, without any shoes
Our legs are just dangling
Tupelo swamps, two little hooves
Trapped in a painting
The sun it has set, the son you can see
Hasn't been named yet
He's starting to squint, it's starting to be
2019, congratulating you
2019, we're not waiting
Seasons step by in their heels
Watching my lovers, waves of watercolors
Bleach my skeleton and steal
All my aquarelles, some things I can't sell to you
I won't run for the races
Or head for the hills, I'll head to your room
I won't forget to pay rent
I'll stick in the mud, I'm sticking to you
When the piggies get pregnant
We'll keep to ourselves, keeping our cool
If that doesn't make sense
Well that's what you get when you're getting down to
2019, congratulating you
2019, we're not waiting
Without any strings, without any shoes
Our legs are just dangling
Tupelo swamps, two little hooves
Trapped in a painting
The sun it has set, the son you can see
Hasn't been named yet
He's starting to squint, it's starting to be
2019, congratulating you
2019, we're not waiting
Seasons step by in their heels
Watching my lovers, waves of watercolors
Bleach my skeleton and steal
All my aquarelles, some things I can't sell to you
I won't run for the races
Or head for the hills, I'll head to your room
I won't forget to pay rent
I'll stick in the mud, I'm sticking to you
When the piggies get pregnant
We'll keep to ourselves, keeping our cool
If that doesn't make sense
Well that's what you get when you're getting down to
2019, congratulating you
2019, we're not waiting
Writer: Stanton McConnell
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