Текст и слова песни Streetlight Manifesto – Keasbey Nights
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." I 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 (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." I 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
I 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." I 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 (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." I 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
I said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY
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