CONSPIRACY UNIT
I love the line thing-ies. I just do.
Reilly.
Australian.
Year 11, 15.
Right-o, my stories.
Helping the kids out of their coats,
But wait the babies haven't been born, oh.
Unpacking the bags and setting up,
And planting lilacs and buttercups, oh.
But in the meantime, we've got it hard,
Second floor living without a yard.
It may be years until the day,
My dreams will match up with my pay.
Old dirt road,
(Mushaboom, mushaboom)
Knee deep snow.
(Mushaboom, mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow,
(Mushaboom, mushaboom)
Old.
I got a man to stick it out,
And make a home from a rented house, oh.
And we'll collect the moments one by one,
I guess that's how the future's done, oh.
How many acres, how much light,
Tucked in the woods and out of sight?
Talk to the neighbours and tip my cap,
On a little road barely on the map.
Old dirt road,
(Mushaboom, mushaboom)
Knee deep snow.
(Mushaboom, mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow,
(Mushaboom, mushaboom)
Old.
(Mushaboom, mushaboom)
Old dirt road; rambling rose.
(Mushaboom, mushaboom)
Watching the fire as we grow
(Mushaboom, mushaboom)
Well, I'm sold...
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