LYRICS

Roll things, I'm underneath the mezzanine
In the war palace among in tears
My whole life is in front of me
Place, there's someone in the driveway
She's standing in the driveway
I'm HANGING FROM THE CHANDELIER
Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh!

Place, why don't we take it slim next year
We should go to Saint May
To visit my friend Sydney
Plains, I must relieve the coming out
Why don't we stay for tea and beers
I'm HANGING FROM THE CHANDELIER

You know me, why don't you come with me
You know me, I wish you would come too

Plains, I'm on the pool next weaving lengths
I'm helping getting clean the field
Getting ready for the wind that ease
Plains, there's nothing wrong with here my dear
There's nothing wrong with here my dear
I'm HANGING FROM THE CHANDELIER

You know me, why don't you come with me
You know me, I wish you would come too
You know me, why don't you come with me
You know me, I wish you would come too
I wish you could come too, oh!

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