When everything is crumbling around me
When my life is dying on the tree,
And my friends are all off in the woods
Hand in hand with the mates they've found,
I'll be on my floor, with my big head phones,
Old Records and a glass of whiskey
Thank you Henry Mancini for everything,
I've got your love letters, tucked under my arm,
I don't need to read them anymore,
because the songs are drowning out,
Everything i ever felt, and the whiskey,
Is shutting my eyelids a little bit lower,
And the smile is coming on brighter,
Just to edge out the frown.
Nothing can ever go wrong,
When you've got your big Head phones on
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