Man like me I'm made to move and get around
And make sound!
That's why it's a shame I'm cooped up here in the back room doing the books
With no pedal down
Lying here in the darkness my mind just races
I should be breathing hard and getting put through my paces
Can't sing about this life without paying it's debts
I sing the praises of hard knocks and bittersweet sunsets!
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
U.K magazine I dig that pop machine!
Shoegaze praise, art school days, press is in a frenzy and the crowds in a craze
In a drunken haze
Lying here in the darkness my mind just races
I should be breathing hard and getting put through my paces
Can't sing about this life without paying it's debts!
I sing the praises of hard knocks and bittersweet sunsets!
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
Museum Pieces - Bittersweet Sunsets Lyrics
Museum Pieces - Bittersweet Sunsets Lyrics
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Man like me I'm made to move and get around
And make sound!
That's why it's a shame I'm cooped up here in the back room doing the books
With no pedal down
Lying here in the darkness my mind just races
I should be breathing hard and getting put through my paces
Can't sing about this life without paying it's debts
I sing the praises of hard knocks and bittersweet sunsets!
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
U.K magazine I dig that pop machine!
Shoegaze praise, art school days, press is in a frenzy and the crowds in a craze
In a drunken haze
Lying here in the darkness my mind just races
I should be breathing hard and getting put through my paces
Can't sing about this life without paying it's debts!
I sing the praises of hard knocks and bittersweet sunsets!
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
And make sound!
That's why it's a shame I'm cooped up here in the back room doing the books
With no pedal down
Lying here in the darkness my mind just races
I should be breathing hard and getting put through my paces
Can't sing about this life without paying it's debts
I sing the praises of hard knocks and bittersweet sunsets!
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
U.K magazine I dig that pop machine!
Shoegaze praise, art school days, press is in a frenzy and the crowds in a craze
In a drunken haze
Lying here in the darkness my mind just races
I should be breathing hard and getting put through my paces
Can't sing about this life without paying it's debts!
I sing the praises of hard knocks and bittersweet sunsets!
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
Bittersweet Sunsets
Writer: Tyler Messick
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN)