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The Time Of Our Lives

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 26.06.2012

Seems like were holding on forever
I gotta let it go
Times up, you pushed me to surrender
Tonight
Who knows what happens now whatever
Where ever the wind blows
And I'm there as long as were together,
Alright

Let's have the time of our lives
Like there's no one else around
Just throw your hands up high
Even when they try to take us down
We'll have the time of our lives
Till the lights burn out
Let's laugh until we cry
Life is only what you make it now
Let have the time of our lives

Dreamers don't care if it's right
I think I'm really into you
Best left, let's leave it all behind
Tonight
Crazy when you cross my mind
All the trouble we could get into
So what, let's just give this a try,
Alright

Let's have the time of our lives
Like there's no one else around
Just throw your hands up high
Even when they try to take us down
We'll have the time of our lives
Till the lights burn out
Let's laugh until we cry
Life is only what you make it now
Lets have the time of our lives

Looking back
What are we waiting for
Take that chance now's all we've got for sure

Let's have the time of our lives
Like there's no one else around
Just throw your hands up high
Even when they try to take us down
We'll have the time of our lives
Till the lights burn out
Let's laugh until we cry
Life is only what you make it now
Lets have the time of our lives


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