Bubbles - The Free Design

The first hundred years are the toughest

On this bubble

An open sky, flying high

Take a bride, get some trouble

The first one will do

I’m just passing thru

The second one needs more

I’ve been here before

I’ve been here before

I’ve been here before

Springtime falls, summer calls

You slip and slide until you hit December

Believe my eyes, they’ll bleed you dry

If I wasn’t a geinus

I’d lose my temper

The first one will do

Just passing thru

The second one needs more

I’ve been here before

I’ve been here before

Wanna make me weak while you cry

Not such a thing as peace till you die

Gotta go I get high

Gotta go I get high

Deceiver deceived us

And I deceived them

Carry my troubles home

Married with the humble home

The first hundred years are the toughest

I’m getting smothered

Life is just one bloody thing

After another