Blake Mills - History of My Life

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Hot pink catamarans, the food begging call of the pelicans
Swimming garbage and sifting over disappointing gifts Friends
Oh, good, Couldn’t i just change
The history of my life sometimes?
The history of my life sometimes?
I’m growing' my hair out
On my head, and on my face right now
Gonna try, really hard
To keep from speaking very loud
Oh good, Couldn’t i just change
The history of my life sometimes?
The history of my life sometimes?
Some feel the rains never fell
The sky owes the ground a wishing well
I’m living in a dry spell, throwing ashes into flames
Oh good, Couldn’t i just change
The history of my life sometimes?
The history of my life sometimes?
I’ve been smiling so hard that i couldn’t hardly see
My parents weren’t in love, they were still taking care of me
I’ve taken much more some people ever see in their lifetime
And maybe i know something that’s turning the sea around
In the sun that’s sproutin' seeds from undergroung and someone is coming
To rely on me somehow
Oh, good, couldn’t I just change
The history of my life, somehow?
The history of my life, somehow?
The history of my life, somehow?