Testo: The Van Pelt. His Saxophone Is My Guitar.
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Call an ambulance, Min's got cancer. But my heart is busted now I'll die faster. Her music's been done, her songs have been sung. Call an ambulance my life's a disaster.
All my heros were shot just as thoughts got sold, my complaints ring loud in my ears alone. I was born the day after soul and forty years late for the sound of my amplifier. But my hands can't hear and my hearts right here and I've got freedom and I've got years. I hear ya, I hear ya, your saxophone is my guitar.
Call an ambulance, Min's got cancer. I should call it all quits and lie down beside her. My musics been done, my songs are all sung. I'm a second too late, I should have been faster.
Call an ambulance, Min's got cancer. But my heart is busted now I'll die faster. Her music's been done, her songs have been sung. Call an ambulance my life's a disaster.
All my heros were shot just as thoughts got sold, my complaints ring loud in my ears alone. I was born the day after soul and forty years late for the sound of my amplifier. But my hands can't hear and my hearts right here and I've got freedom and I've got years. I hear ya, I hear ya, your saxophone is my guitar.
Call an ambulance, Min's got cancer. I should call it all quits and lie down beside her. My musics been done, my songs are all sung. I'm a second too late, I should have been faster.
The Van Pelt
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