Ramblings

I had a cat that was to old
Too old to fish from the bowl
And he had no soul

Base drum's not a snare
That old guitar is laying over there
I had myself some bread
And managed to forget the things I've said

And I was afraid to get lost
Get lost and lose my trust
But I guess I'll do what I must

Based on where I've been
My guess is that old can is made of tin
And I had myself some tea
And forgot where I was supposed to be

I had a cat that was to old
Too old to fish from the bowl
And he had no soul

Based on where I've been
My guess is that old can is made of tin
And I had myself some tea
And forgot where I was supposed to be



Credits
Writer(s): Stefan Olsson
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