Apey & The Pea - The Rite


Something to forget about, eye for a sunken rite. 
Are you sick of it? Well hang my door. Yea’ 
Into a bit of fight, now I feel butterflies. 
Into a better man, into stones. 

Well I don’t know man. 
I don’t know man.. 

Something to forget about, God knows where about, 
Can you get rid of it? Well hang my door. Yea’ 
Into a bit of fight, now I feel butterflies. 
Can you be a little less? Into stones. 


Well I don’t know man. 
Well I don’t know man. 

I ain’t done not yet. 
I could care, I could care. 
I ain’t done not yet. 
I could care less.

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