Lyrics Bleachers – Mickey Mantle Comes Alive

All the hope I had when I was young
I hope I wasn’t wrong
I miss those days so I sing
«Don’t Take the Money» song

Except my
Rolling thunder
Cursed my bedroom
Heard from your mother
She don’t recognize you
Mickey Mantle
Left on a Sunday
And all of the neighborhood
Rushes home to pray

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Yeah, a war goes on and on
Yeah, all the hope I had when I was young
I hope I wasn’t wrong
That’s why I’m up in my room tonight
Whistling wind down my teeth
Like somebody couldn’t fix ’em nice
Some tings just don’t turn out right

Except my, except my
Rolling thunder
Cursed my bedroom
Heard from your mother
She don’t recognize you

Rolling, thunder
Cursed my, bedroom
Rolling, thunder
Cursed my, bedroom
Rolling, thunder
Cursed my, bedroom
Rolling, thunder
Cursed my, bedroom
Rolling, thunder
Cursed my, bedroom
Some things just don’t turn out right
Rolling, thunder
Cursed my, bedroom
Heard from your mother
She don’t recognize you
Mickey Mantle
Left on a Sunday
And all of the neighborhood
Rushes home to pray

I don’t have to sound like a
Same alphabet? yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Just, I don’t
Some sounds are
Like I never read
It’s like when you do the spanish thing in high school
Uh, every couple months
Um, it’s- oh no ok- and I’m
Yeah
It’s too expensive
I think pain is way too alone in the corner
I’m trying to get myself back home soon
Yeah, looking like everybody knowing everybody lost somebody
It’s like looking like everybody, knowing everybody lost somebody
I’m standing here in full
Knowing I’ve got to get myself back home soon