7.What Deaner Was Talking About
Lyrics：Sarah Nsouli
Music：Sarah Nsouli
Your washings out
It's hanging out
And all I have is nothing
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
Chorus： The sun comes out
And I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talking about？
And I don't think I will ever return again my friend
If I was king
And wore a ring
I'd never hurt my people
I'd stay alert
And dress to kill
I might even slip you something
Chorus (x2)
I don't think I will ever return again my friend (x2)
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