Remember that day the car pulled up and I was ready to go I should've said "just let me out, I wanna go home" I'm sitting here, it's 2 AM and I am 41 And I feel just like a bad cliché that you drunken mumble anyway
Poor connection Half my life is gone Bad reception It'll never let you go Poor connection Half my life is gone
I will see you someday, you'll be standing with your kids I'll still be somewhere in New York in a basement with my friends Johnny T is laughing, some dumb shit that I said But your best friend knows behind that laugh, you're just sad
Poor connection The phone is almost dead Bad reception And I can still hear what you said No reflection It's like I'm almost dead But you're this picture Taped to the mirror in my head You're the picture Taped to the mirror in my head
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Remember that day the car pulled up and I was ready to go I should've said "just let me out, I wanna go home" Now I'm sitting here, it's 2 AM and I am 41 And I feel just like a bad cliché that you drunken mumble anyway
Poor connection Half my life is gone Bad reception But I'll never let you go No reflection It's like I'm almost dead You're the picture Taped to the mirror in my head You're the picture Taped to the mirror in my head You're the picture Taped to the mirror in my head You're the picture Taped to the mirror in my headTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
