So make of this what you will So many little shots in the dark The same records, the same shoes And a smile that almost broke yr heart
Yeah, I'm all for local history 3 things I'll remember: Her pasta was shit, She left with a CD still playing, And you, you always threw Your arms around me in your sleep
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See that girl? In the left-hand corner I said, you see that guy? Their love story is famous
Break hard Every breath that showed Every step I missed I'm bound to make it brighter I remember that night clearer now I turned up, why the hell are we drinking up? Holding hands and losing touch I said it, I said it, I said it Now I'm walking awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
