Blind Melon - Soup

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The clothesline of cold eyes is washing away the face before
Now, tell me what’s wrong
You see, everyone’s gone
You gotta do your best to decorate this dying day
This dying day
All over a bowl of bitter beans
All over a bowl of bitter beans
And outside, way, way up high
I got a quarter moon mist hanging over me
And now, I want that rocking chair outta there
'Cause he’s no longer living here
It’s no longer needed here
All over a bowl of bitter beans
All over a bowl of bitter beans
And I got a corner store
And that’s all the more for me to praise upon the holidays
And now, I’ll close my eyes really, really tight
And make you all go away
I’ll make you all go away
I’ll make you all go…
Away
And I’ll pull the trigger and I’ll make it all go away
And I’ll make it all go away, I’ll make it all go away