Ty Segall - You Make The Sun Fry lyrics

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Ty Segall - You Make The Sun Fry lyrics

Ever since a modern man made himself an iron hand I was trapped inside again trying to get out Oh won't you take me to the hill? Put me in your Coupe de Ville Tell me that you love me still, we could get out of here Oh, life is a story, won't you be my story, girl? Your eyes are blue skies We could eat the tasty pieces of the peaches on the beaches Tell me what would be such fun sitting in the garden sun And you could go and meet my mom, we could sit there all day long Tell me what would be so wrong, oh so wrong with that? Oh, life is a story, won't you be my story, girl? Your eyes are blue skies that shows them the sunrise And you saw nothing, you made me so happy! Oh, life is a story, won't you be my story, girl? Your eyes are bloodshot