Owen
One Of These Days

One of these days I'll make some money and buy myself those things that I want.
Acrylic paints, acoustic guitar strings.
A new bicycle seat for my ride over to your house each night.
One of these days I'll get a real job.
One that actually pays, like my dad had.
You know my father-- the bartender.
He used to wear a suit to work before he'd hit the drink.
The old man, he used to do a lot of things.
One of these days I'll give up and give in to the man.


Mirror lyrics:

One of these days I'll give up and give in to the man.
The old man, he used to do a lot of things.
He used to wear a suit to work before he'd hit the drink.
You know my father-- the bartender.
One that actually pays, like my dad had.
One of these days I'll get a real job.
A new bicycle seat for my ride over to your house each night.
Acrylic paints, acoustic guitar strings.
One of these days I'll make some money and buy myself those things that I want.


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