Never a heaven an age old question
Written from a cold place
I gotta feel sour, I need a shower
Or just a slap in the face

Circumstance has left romance
And a puzzle in front of me
Who knows the ending
If the truth need bending
A lie is the tool that you'll need

So, I'm under a mountain
Stuck to this mattress
Perfume and Valium

What makes a Sunday different from Monday
Could be a look in her eyes
In need of flattery she changes batteries
So that her light will still shine

The words she utters, either flow or they stutters
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They're either silly or wise
Anger with concern but never to yearn
Only to be by your side

So, I'm under a mountain
Stuck to this mattress
Perfume and Valium yeah

Lay down with number 13
It's a cold gray shame
Lay down with number 13
It's a cold gray shame

So, I'm under a mountain
Stuck to this mattress
Perfume and Valium
Oh what a lovely contraction

So, I'm under a mountain
Stuck to this mattress
Perfume and Valium oh

Songwriter(s): Chris Robinson, Rich Robinson
Copyright: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
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