miércoles, 20 de marzo de 2013

My story in a song

f I told you things I did before 
Told you how I used to be 
Would you go along with someone like me? 
If you knew my story word for word 
Had all of my history 
Would you go along with someone like me? 

I did before and had my share 
It didn't lead nowhere 
I would go along with someone like you 
It doesn't matter what you did 
Who you were hanging with 
We could stick around and see this night through 

And we don't care about the young folks 
Talkin' 'bout the young style 
And we don't care about the old folks 
Talkin' 'bout the old style too 
And we don't care about their own faults 
Talkin' 'bout our own style 
All we care 'bout is talking 
Talking, baby, you and me 

Usually when things have gone this far 
People tend to disappear 
No one will surprise me unless you do 

I can tell there's something goin' on 
Hours seems to disappear 
Everyone is leaving I'm still with you 

It doesn't matter what we do 
Where we are going too 
We can stick around and see this night through 

And we don't care about the young folks 
Talkin' 'bout the young style 
And we don't care about the old folks 
Talkin' 'bout the old style too 
And we don't care about their own faults 
Talkin' 'bout our own style 
All we care 'bout is talking 
Talking, baby, me and you 

And we don't care about the young folks 
Talkin' 'bout the young style 
And we don't care about the old folks 
Talkin' 'bout the old style too 
And we don't care about their own faults 
Talkin' 'bout our own style 
All we care 'bout is talking 
Talking, baby, me and you 

Usually when things have gone this far 
People tend to disappear 
No one will surprise me unless you do...

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