Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
Sean Watkins
It's always perfect always safe
And every place is the same
What more could you ask for
Look it's clean as a hospital
I guess it's ok it's not that bad
She and i could have it worse
We might as well why not i've heard
Aiming high can hurt
A thousand sundays fill a box
Packaged neatly in my head
I'll take what they handed me i guess
That's as good as it gets
I listened carefully i heard
Every word that he said
But the closest i put it to my heart
Is this cross around my neck
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With my blinders on
It's all pretty good
I could take them off
But i dont see why i should