Letra de Keasbey nights de Streetlight Manifesto
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Letra de KEASBEY NIGHTS de STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO.
( Streetlight Manifesto )
It was the summer of 95 (so what!)
In the backyard, shaving the old plies
Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear
"I´ll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I´m deemed to be wrong
To be wrong, to be wrong
Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.
When they come for me, I´ll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you´re going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey
I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good (good!) cruisin? the hood (hood!)
straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.
But I don´t care.
I can fade away to anywhere don´t stop
because you might get dropped
and if you do who´s going to pick you up
well I won?t, well I won´t...
they always played a slow song.
When they come for me, I´ll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you´re going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey
When they come for me, I´ll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you´re going to die
By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY
In the backyard, shaving the old plies
Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear
"I´ll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I´m deemed to be wrong
To be wrong, to be wrong
Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.
When they come for me, I´ll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you´re going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey
I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good (good!) cruisin? the hood (hood!)
straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.
But I don´t care.
I can fade away to anywhere don´t stop
because you might get dropped
and if you do who´s going to pick you up
well I won?t, well I won´t...
they always played a slow song.
When they come for me, I´ll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you´re going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey
When they come for me, I´ll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you´re going to die
By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY
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