November 12, 2015

Lyrics

I was just leaving town
Didn't think you'd come
Didn't think you'd come around
Long legged coast will call
Tickets to the shore
And open road
So
John For-bid I
Say something
I don't mean
What did, I know
Of my heart at seventeen
Crooked sermons
And three wordt that don't mean nothing
Wish I had known
That we were too young to live this old
That you were too young to live this old
I've never been this stoned
Ever felt this grey
Never cured this cold
So spare me the long goodbye
So long, I tried
But I'll cheat this time
So
John For-bid I
Say something
I don't mean
What did, I know
Of my hart at seventeen
Crooked sermons
And three wordt that don't mean nothing
Wish I had known
That we were too yong to live this old
That you were too yong to live this old
So
John For-bid I
Say something
I don't mean
What did, I know
Of my hart at seventeen
Crooked sermons
And three words that don't mean nothing
Whish I had known
That we were too young to live this old
That you were too young to live this old
That you were too young to live this old

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