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Hot afternoon.
Not enough room.
Only enough room in here to stand up.
Open a door, Open windows, Wonât you let in some of that stormy weather.
Because everyone is bopping and talking about all the brightness that you have in bloom.
Yet on your pretty face youâve got a mountain of complaints.
Iâm thinking lately, Maybe, You should give it up.
Finally, Pass it along to me, If you donât want it.
So slow to move. So quick to to choose.
âXâ marks the spot of your envy.
Open your soul. Drinking up wine.
Drink enough till you canât stand up.
Thatâs when everyone starts clapping and passing the rounds.
Youâre taking shots when they werenât for you.
Yet on your silly face youâve got no mountain of thanks.
Iâm thinking lately, Baby, You should give it up.
Finally, Pass it along to me, If you donât want it.
I pinch myself just to make sure Iâm here.
The days to nights, and the nights become years.
Truest of times boy they donât even lie.
The paper stacks and it burns just as bright.
We put in long, only fools are lucky.
Looking back, Oh Iâd lose it all again.
When we get there to the cross that donât end.
Iâll tell you brother itâs trouble, If youâre riding jump.
Right on in!
Pass it along to me. If you donât want.
It, Pass it along to me, If you donât want.
It, Pass it along to me, If you donât want.
It, Pass it along, Pass it along, Pass it along to me.