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Copping the sound, the sound cops me
I've got nothing to lose, my hair's in the breeze
I don't hate you, just your jealousy
So if you're ready to procrastinate
I'll be your friend, you'll eat me up
We boast the widest range in town
I'll be your friend, you'll show me how
Alarm clock is off, I'm trying to sleep
Smelling of Bondi Beach, and the street, filthy as it may be
Is still my street, so don't challenge me
Some things don't change, for instance me
I'll sail your third defeat today
In every way, you'll lose again
But I don't care, I don't care
The wind's in my hair, the hair's in my breeze
I'm waiting to sneeze, I'm waiting to sneeze
The hair's in my breeze
Well, I don't care, I don't care
The wind's in my hair, the hair's in my breeze
I'm waiting to sneeze, I'm trying to sneeze
The hair's in my breeze
- Album:
- A Mixtape From Ben Lee
- Love is the Great Rebellion
- Ayahuasca: Welcome to the Work
- Miscellaneous
- Deeper Into Dreams
- The Rebirth Of Venus
- Breathing Tornados
- Something To Remember Me By
- Away With The Pixies
- Granpaw Would
- Meet The Real You
- Ripe
- Awake Is The New Sleep
- Hey You. Yes You.
- Grandpaw Would
- Non-Album Releases
- Recovery (Live)
- Awake Is the New Sleep (10th Anniversary Deluxe)
- Were All In This Together
- iTunes Live from Sydney