quarta-feira, junho 08, 2016

Still Fighting It



Good morning son 
I am a bird 
Wearing a brown polyester shirt 
You want a coke? 
Maybe some fries? 
The roast beef combo's only nine ninety five 
But it's okay 
You don't have to pay I've got all the change 

Everybody knows 
It hurts to grow up 
But everybody does 
It's so weird to be back here 
Let me tell you what 
The years go on and 
We're still fighting it 
And you're so much like me 
I'm sorry 

Good morning son 
Twenty years from now 
Maybe we'll both sit down 
And have a few beers 
And I can tell you about today 
And how I picked you up and everything changed 
It was pain 
Sunny days and rain 
I knew you'd feel the same things 

Everybody knows
It hurts to grow up 
But everybody does 
It's so weird to be back here 
Let me tell you what
The years go on and 
We're still fighting it 
You'll try and try and one day you'll fly 
Away from me 
It was pain 
Sunny days and rain 
I knew you'd feel the same things 

Everybody knows It hurts to grow up 
But everybody does 
It's so weird to be back here 
Let me tell you what 
The years go on and 
We're still fighting it 

 And you're so much like me 
I'm sorry

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