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Somewhile Exile Video (MV)




Performed By: Next Exit
Length: 4:35
Written by: Jan Gregor




Next Exit - Somewhile Exile Lyrics




Cut up my Visa, I pay with cash
Sometimes I barter, maybe I beg
I could find my banquet in a dispy dumpster
Or serve you steak at a thousand a plate dinner
I sign no receipts, or leave my prints
Perchance on accent, perhaps a limp
Living with an heiress or out on the street
White collar r&d or selling meat

Don't try to call me, I have no phone
Return to sender, address unknown
You'll never reach me, somewhile exile

Polyester, or dressed in rags
Just straight and narrow, or I zig zag
Strut like a macho or else in drag
Might be with a lover or I could be stag
Possibly sixteen, I might look sixty
My hair was long then, it's shorter now
I've groomed a mustache but my clothes aren't loud
Maybe not even a face in the crowd

Don't try to find me, I am alive
No worse for wear, yeah I do survive
See you around then, somewhile exile

A fishing boat in the summertime, a ski resort in the fall
A grocery checker in the the speedy line
In front of a mission just biding my time
Wire rim glasses, a blue headband
Leather boy studs, construction duds
Jogger's tennis shoes or army boots
Color coordinated three-piece suit

Don't try to call me, I have no phone
Return to sender, address unknown
You'll never reach me, somewhile exile
Return to sender, somewhile exile
See you around then, somewhile exile
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Cut up my Visa, I pay with cash
Sometimes I barter, maybe I beg
I could find my banquet in a dispy dumpster
Or serve you steak at a thousand a plate dinner
I sign no receipts, or leave my prints
Perchance on accent, perhaps a limp
Living with an heiress or out on the street
White collar r&d or selling meat

Don't try to call me, I have no phone
Return to sender, address unknown
You'll never reach me, somewhile exile

Polyester, or dressed in rags
Just straight and narrow, or I zig zag
Strut like a macho or else in drag
Might be with a lover or I could be stag
Possibly sixteen, I might look sixty
My hair was long then, it's shorter now
I've groomed a mustache but my clothes aren't loud
Maybe not even a face in the crowd

Don't try to find me, I am alive
No worse for wear, yeah I do survive
See you around then, somewhile exile

A fishing boat in the summertime, a ski resort in the fall
A grocery checker in the the speedy line
In front of a mission just biding my time
Wire rim glasses, a blue headband
Leather boy studs, construction duds
Jogger's tennis shoes or army boots
Color coordinated three-piece suit

Don't try to call me, I have no phone
Return to sender, address unknown
You'll never reach me, somewhile exile
Return to sender, somewhile exile
See you around then, somewhile exile
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Writer: Jan Gregor
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