All that matters in the end are the good times that have been Living's tiresome, killing a sin Death is easy if you've been and you don't think of the bad times when you're dying I don't believe you hear what I say Don't bar the windows, keep out of my way I've got so little time to pray I want to have fun I got no time to take from my games to pay my dues riding box-car trains Throw me a pillow-fight, let's go and play I like to run So hurt no one else Put your cares on a shelf and come along with me Sweet misery It don't matter if you're six or sixty-three once you have lost your hold on the dream Forget that you're human - become a machine You're old and you're tethered But if you'd really like to be free take hold of the dream, grab it with me, You've got to take whatever you need, 'cause now is forever So hurt no one else Put your cares on a shelf and come along with me Sweet misery All that matters in the end are the good times that have been Living's tiresome, killing a sin Death is easy if you've been And you don't think of the bad times when you're dyingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
