All of my friends come to see me last night
I was layin' in my bed and dyin'
Annie Bonneau from Saint Angel
Say, the weather down here so fine
Just then the wind came squallin' through the door
But who can the weather command
Just want to have a little peace to die
And a friend or two I love at hand
Fever roll up to a hundred and five
Roll, roll on up, gonna roll back down
One more day I find myself alive
Tomorrow maybe go beneath the ground build to crescendo
See here how everything lead up to this day
And it's just like any other day that's ever been
Sun comin' up and then, the sun it's goin' down
Shine through my window
And my friends they come around
Come around~~~
Come around~~~
*Solo*
The people might know, but the people don't care
That a man can be just as poor as me
Take a look at poor Peter, he's layin' in pain
Now let's go run and see
Run and see, run and see
Run and see, run and see
Run and see, run and see
Run and see, run and see
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