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Happy Alone

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 29.08.2012

On our way, so it seems, blooming flowers waltz before me
Rollin' numbers, passing time, got to get outside the city,
In the morning all will see, just how crazy young love can be
On our own away again, don't get down my darlin'

I'm gonna tangle my face hair, it's gonna tickle your daughter
3 o'clock in the morning, they all cry to me,
I'll be prancin' around in my high heels, and your cherry red lipstick,
Look out your window i'm on your street

Miles away, so unclear, almost lost it in Montana
Lets pull over, have us a choke
I love to watch you when your dancin'
I wonder if they ever dream, they would get just what we gave them
All wrapped up in being 19, chasin' stars that are fallin'

Chorus

When that train heads home,
They're gonna be so gone gone, you aint never gonna see me
Im a gone gone, you aint nothin to me
When they shine them streets, they're gonna find our song

Chorus x2

I'm on your street , they all cry to me


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