Текст и слова песни Limp – Eighteen
I had that same dream again
I dreamed I was an old man dyin' and tryin' to repent
And facing consequences for all the shit I've put up with
But now I've run out of steam
A broken backed nostalgiac
No chance left to redeem
I'm longing for my heyday give me a change to live again
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN
I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN' TO REMEMBER WHEN
.....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN?
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN....
And now I'm older it seems
Well at least while I sleep deep within my anxiety dreams
I comb my hair on over
Put my teeth in and give a grin
I recollect and reflect
Loves lost at too much cost' my conscience full of regret
And if I wake up I hope this better be a better day
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN
I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN' TO REMEMBER WHEN
.....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN?
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN....
The real truth of youth is innocence is a blessed and a cursed simulcast
The simple fact is that I'm sick of every song that dwells on the past
But still I go on writing
How long can my discontentment last?
When I wake from my dream
Reality kicks in and I grinned just wonderin' what it means
The whole world screams "grow up"
And I know I can, but I don't know when!
I dreamed I was an old man dyin' and tryin' to repent
And facing consequences for all the shit I've put up with
But now I've run out of steam
A broken backed nostalgiac
No chance left to redeem
I'm longing for my heyday give me a change to live again
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN
I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN' TO REMEMBER WHEN
.....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN?
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN....
And now I'm older it seems
Well at least while I sleep deep within my anxiety dreams
I comb my hair on over
Put my teeth in and give a grin
I recollect and reflect
Loves lost at too much cost' my conscience full of regret
And if I wake up I hope this better be a better day
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN
I WOULD SPEND ALL MY TIME TRYIN' TO REMEMBER WHEN
.....WAS I THAT MUCH HAPPIER THEN?
IF ONLY I WERE EIGHTEEN AGAIN....
The real truth of youth is innocence is a blessed and a cursed simulcast
The simple fact is that I'm sick of every song that dwells on the past
But still I go on writing
How long can my discontentment last?
When I wake from my dream
Reality kicks in and I grinned just wonderin' what it means
The whole world screams "grow up"
And I know I can, but I don't know when!
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