Revolving doors what have I done Someone on the TV attempting love Revolving doors what will I become A redneck song
Paid up for seven But he only got an eight now, now I feel that I'm paused by all the pills I see no wronging
On a foggy day Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston... I sit in a diner And the Beatles play
I'm paid up for a seven But I only got s.o-eight oh now
Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston... I feel that I'm paused by all the pills I seem to run out here
Revolving doors It's stormy on the eastern sea board He got silver up his night
He paid up for three But got only two
Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston...
Then he said Seems I was born for this Seems I was born to this Revolving doors Revolving doors
