
Date of issue: 30.03.2015
Record label: Say10
Song language: English
4 Chords 3 Words |
My back aches from sleeping on the floor but, I’m in love! |
My 17 year old self would be so impressed |
He couldn’t have planned this better himself |
I’m poor and I’m hungry and I’m cold but, I’m in love! |
Sound waves to keep me warm again |
So turn that fucking radio up! |
And yeah, I know I’ve «got a lot of growing up to do, mister» |
And yeah, I know «This is a waste of fucking time» |
Four chords, three words I’m in love! |
Every snare hit grabs my heart and every note gets in my blood |
I hear that needle scratch the groove I fucking fall and I’m in love! |
Words soaked in passion to the extent that I can taste them in my sweat |
And yeah, I know I’ve «got a lot of growing up to do, mister» |
And yeah, I know «This is a waste of fucking time» |
And yeah, I know I’m «getting older» and my life is «unstable» |
And yeah, it shows but I could never give this up! |
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