Strange Season

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Michael Penn - Pop

Strange Season

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Duration: 3:51

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Lyrics

This story is past tense And I did not want my cover blown Thought well enough was left alone And who decided you'd rescue me? Yeah, I do agree A bent and broken set are we Up in a tree you're stuck And the only lights off the wire Are all the moths in the fire Can't you feel how the air is getting dry Try, but can't identify What you start to think Baby won't go out at night They took apart the Angels Flight for this Strange season Did you feel the change from cold to hot? With fever you will have a bout And all you do is talk about The meaning of the walkabout There I go again A taste of my own medicine So shake your head and look around The leaves don't fall, there's still no sound to this Strange season Then I start to think: I've seen it through, I saw the sights Disassembled Angels Flight for this Strange season Do you want to know that It comes down to this Do you want to hear that Ignorance is bliss Ignorance is bliss Ignorance is bliss Ignorance is bliss

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  • Michael Penn