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Sangtekst: Ash. What Deaner Was Talking About.

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]