Room on the third floor, Not what we asked for. I'm not tired enough to sleep. One bed is broken, Next room is smokin', Air conditioning's stuck on heat.
Outside it's rainin', And the guests upstairs complainin' 'Bout the room that's got the TV too loud. I guess that times like these remind me That I've got to keep my feet on the ground.
Wake up early, Round seven thirty, House keeper knockin' on my door. Do not disturb sign, The back of her mind. I must have left it on the floor. (yeah)
My eyes are hurting, Cos the cheap nylon curtains Let the sunlight creep in through from the clouds. I guess that times like these remind me That I've got to keep my feet on the ground.
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I guess that times like these remind me, I guess that times like these remind me, I guess that times like these remind me, That I've got to keep my feet on the ground. |
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