Room on the third floor, not what we asked for I'm not tired enough to sleep One bed is broken, next room is smokin' Air conditioning's stuck on heat
And outside it's rainin' hear the guest upstairs complainin' 'Bout the room that's got their TV too loud 'Cause the times like these remind me That I've got to keep my feet on the ground
Wake up early, 'round seven thirty House keeping knockin' on my door Do not disturb sign, the back of her mind I must have left it on the floor
My eyes are hurting 'cause the cheap nylon curtains Let's the sunlight creep in through from the clouds 'Cause the times like these remind me That I've got to keep my feet on the ground
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I guess the times like these remind me I guess the times like these remind me I guess the times like these remind me That I've got to keep my feet on the ground
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I guess the times like these remind me (Times like these remind me) I guess the times like these remind me (Times like these remind me) I guess the times like these remind me That I've got to keep my feet on the groundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
