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Bits And Pieces

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 10.07.2012

Every bit has its time
Too many pieces to keep over
With every shape and design
That won't fit in

Match the best of your peers
If you can make it through the summer
Forget the paint on the walls
The dizzying view
There's barely the room

(Oooo-Ooo) I see you better when the lights are out
(Oooo-Ooo) I see you better when the lights are out
(Oooo-Ooo) Just give a second and I'll figure it out, yes, I will
(Oooo-Ooo) 'Cause practice is over

Quick stop, then the sticks
So he don't
Know how to keep this thing on rollin' out
We will jam 'n curse so it wouldn't begin

Find a space on the floor
Tape down the edges of your waistcoat
Remember the words, the lighting cues
It's all up to you

(Oooo-Ooo) I see you better when the lights are out
(Oooo-Ooo) I see you better when the lights are out
(Oooo-Ooo) Just give a moment and I'll beckon it out, yeah, I will
(Oooo-Ooo) 'Cause practice is over

(Oooo-Ooo) I see you...I see you better when the lights are out
(Oooo-Ooo) I see you...I see you better when the lights are out
(Oooo-Ooo) I see you...Just give a second and I'll figure it out, yes, I will
(Oooo-Ooo) 'Cause practice is over


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