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Fine Old World Pt​.​3

from Fine Old World by Eric Bettencourt

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lyrics

Tiny sapphires peeking through the sand, try to guess but not to understand the catchy song of a fool in love, hands will never feel the texture through the gloves

Loneliness surrounds me like a disease, every place I go you know the people leave but there is something else I hear that they don’t know and they never will cause when I come they go

It’s such a strange, such a funny, such a crazy old world, such an ugly, such a lovely, such a dead old world, it’s such a dirty, such a lazy, such a mean old world, it’s such a very, very, very, very fine world

Darkness so pervasive then it’s gone, darting into space with an echoed song, the disappearing act of a child with chores you can have me if you want but don’t call me yours

credits

from Fine Old World, released January 10, 2009
Eric – lead and backing vocals, acoustic and electric guitars, bass, percussion / Chuck Gagne – drums / Jack Murray, Odds Are Productions and Eric – mixing

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