Up At The Lake

I don't see no wheat fields from the window today
I don't feel no sunshine when I'm up at the lake
And I've seen this once before
And I'll say it once again
All I want is the truth
'Cause I sold my soul to you

I know I've got a handful and I'm done fit to burst
I know one fine lady who will always come first
And I've seen you through the stars
And I'll say it through the stem
A little leprechaun
My little leprechaun
Oh

I do believe, the pain is deep
It kills my heartbeat and it dulls society
I do believe, the pain is real
It kills my heartbeat and it dulls society (whoa)

I don't feel no pleasure when there's only a pain
I like to hear a bugle with a toot of champagne
You see me on the floor
And you've seen me borderline
There is a world
Oh

I do believe, the pain is deep
It kills my heartbeat and it dulls society
I do believe, the pain is real
It kills my heartbeat and it dulls society

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh

I do believe, the pain is deep
It kills my heartbeat and it dulls society
I do believe, the pain is real
It kills my heartbeat and it dulls society



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Rogers, Mark Collins, Martin Blunt, Timothy Burgess, Jon Brookes
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