Why Store Burnout
Lucky Lucy She's a kind one Turned her riches Into a million dollar game Broke out for the harvest Now she sits On the corner of West and Main Jeremy's a mind reader Thinks he can tell The tales of a soul Burned out on the peace pipe Now he thinks He's got nowhere to go He's for real Nobody takes him for granted He's for real Nobody takes him Where he doesn't want to go Take it from me Take it all eventually Take it all Take it all from the canvas of my world I've got to pace myself Before I burnout? yeah I've got to pace myself Don't wanna burnout Lucky Lucy She's a kind one Turned her riches Into a million dollar game Broke out for the harvest Now she sells Down on the corner of West and Main She's for real Nobody takes her for granted She's for real Nobody takes her Where she doesn't want to go Take it from me Take it all eventually Take it all Take it all from the canvas of my world Like a forest We are all the trees Like a forest We can fall with ease I've got to pace myself Before I burnout? yeah I've got to pace myself Don't wanna burnout Don't wanna burnout Don't wanna burnout Don't wanna burnout
