Top Songs By Sophie Gault
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Sophie Gault
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Sophie Gault
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My arms are tired and my hands are sore
And I don't listen to music much anymore
I just listen to the buzzin' of this big machine
'Til second shift is over
Got vines growin' out of the ceiling in the kitchen
Well, me and my baby been holed up
We wish this jar full of change could take us away
Maybe Pensacola
Oh, but nothin' makes any sense to me now
Gets stranger every day
If you feel like your soul's on the ground
And your love's been taken away
When you get up in the morning
I hope the roads aren't bad
And whеn you get back in your bed at night
I only hope that rеst comes easy
And you can do it again
Mm, mm
My mother wasn't much older than me
When she got a job in Washington, DC
A couple of blocks from the White House
And the cherry tree
We used to pass by the capitol
In the morning on the way to school
I haven't lost my faith in rock 'n' roll
I haven't lost my faith in the golden rule
But nothin' makes any sense to me now
Gets stranger every day
If you feel like your soul's on the ground
And your love's been taken away
When you get up in the morning
I hope the roads aren't bad
And when you get back in your bed at night
I only hope that rest comes easy
And you can do it again
Mm, mm
Mm, mm
Writer(s): Sophie Gault
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