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She would spend another afternoon drinking wine
Sitting on your door, just wasting time
Talking about the way it used to be
So much better
Or another night baby in your arms
Still another one could do no harm
Reminds me of how it used to feel
So much wetter
I never know what's right for her
There's always something I never notice wrong
To giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone, before you get found
In another boring...
Spin another bottle in a low-lit room
Nothing tastes better than young flowers in bloom
I know that's how it used to be
We were so much younger
Over that now and I can count the years
Everybody now is just counting tears
And plastic bills and their protective pills
And I just took my time
I never know what's right for her
There's always something I never notice wrong
Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone before you get found
In another boring afternoon
Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out, get out, get out, get out...
Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone before you get found
In another boring afternoon
Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out, get out, get out, get out...
Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone
Before you get found in another boring afternoon
Giving it up before you get down
You gotta be in before you get out
You're gonna be gone before you get found
In another boring...
Giving it up for,
Giving it up for
Giving it up for
Another boring afternoon
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dodał: mik
czytano: 1966 razy
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Fragment na dzis:
Liroy : Moja autobiografia
I
Minęło 27 lat od kiedy przyszedłem na świat
71 rocznik - Kielce
moje miasto, moja mała ojczyzna
zajebista
to jest oczywista sprawa
mój dom to pocieszki a pocieszki to zabawa
stary taka właśnie klima
czy lato czy zima, -
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deszcz czy słońce
zawsze tam było na maxi bez końca
od małego musiałem stawiać życiu czoła
podwórko, kumple to była dla mnie szkoła
stary
imprezy, kanciapy, godziny policyjne, wojny osiedlowe
niewinne dzieciństwo - stary zapo-
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mnij
nie jedna osoba jeszcze nie raz to wspomni
jak to było kiedy osiedle się bawiło
wspomnimy nie raz jak to wtedy stary było
II
Od dzieciństwa miałem tylko same problemy
ciągłe kłopoty ze szkołą
ojcem - bez ści....
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