The Clarks

The Clarks - Apartment Song lyrics

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Walking down the street honey New Orleans 

I'm gonna slip my note into the pocket of your jeans 

How was I to know turning green on red A 

Waitress in the sky still playing in my head



Days like these y'know are no one's fault 

A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt 

Gimme little time to shake up 

I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two 

Lookin' for the truth



Walking up the stairs to the second floor 

I'm gonna slip my note into the keyhole of your door 

How was I to know honey right from wrong 

Walk right into this vacant apartment song



Days like these y'know are no one's fault 

A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt 

Gimme little time to shake up 

I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two 

Lookin' for the truth...lookin' for the....



Walking down the street honey New Orleans 

I'm gonna slip my hand into the pocket of your dreams 

How was I to know turning light on dark 

Lease it for a year I got a place in Highland Park



Days like these y'know I feel you're pain 

A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain 

Gimme little time to shake up 

I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two 

Without you...around two...without you or with you



Walking up the stairs to the second door 

We're gonna leave our ghosts on the polished hardwood floor 

How was I to know honey right from wrong 

Walk right out of this lonely apartment song



Things like these y'know I feel you're pain 

A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain 

Gimme little time to shake up 

I'll meet you when I finally wake up around two 

Around two...around two...around two...around two
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Language: English

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