Lyrics:

It's everlong
The build is strong
I took a chance
Come on come on

I'll fit the pants
It's a belief
That I can exist
Content with this relief

Twelve to one
Then comes two
If we're lucky three
What we gonna do?

Foot of the hill
We lie still
It's exhausting
Sticky fingers smoking gun

I really didn't mean to
Mix your reds with your whites instead of with the blues
It kind of changed the times that you put your clothes on, ohhhh
But that only bought me so mu-uch
I've been guilty of a little bit too much touch
But you don�t seem to mind the attention

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That's the address
That you can count on

It's always time
And time is free
And I'm free too
So what's it gonna be?

It's everlong
He's so so strong
Keeps me warm
Toronto's winters so long

After one
Sometimes it's dawn
But don't forget about solitary five

Not like an addiction
Not like Mounties being saved under setting sun
There's nothing that compares when you take it off, ohhhh

Never want to give this u-up
Even though you always got to be living in both spots
But someone has to leave and it's a long while gone

I really didn't mean to
Mix your reds with your whites instead of with the blues
It kind of changed the times that you put your clothes on, oh oh oh
But that only bought me so mu-uch
I've been guilty of a little bit too much touch
But you don't seem to mind the attention

And it's a long way now
A long way now
Long way now
The trouble is in trying to keep the life around