is just something that grown-ups invented. Fall is just something that grown-ups invented Fall is just something that grown-ups invented Fall is just something that grown-ups
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(performed by t-boz on the upn show "grown ups") Can't believe Can't believe how the world has changed I'm feelin' good when I've been reachin
Go to sleep With closed eyes Your prophecies Won?t be fulfilled tonight When you think Of falling skies Remember there are a million ways to die Don
First of all, shout to Chiddy Bang yo. But it's Webby and I still be Off The Chain. So I'll get your girl and do what you seeing on Bang Bros. Stacking
yard away. And you don't need me to watch those deep sea documentaries, Just stay perched on the balcony. Time has stopped waiting on me, We waste it constantly. Everything grows
I need to keep my head on straight I often feel it's just dead weight My skull's not filled with gold it's full of shit and secondhand smoke Justin:
I am not this charming man Sometimes I need to stop and slow my hands from trembling I woke up to get knocked down but I still strained to hear the sound
Come on I swear I'm bitter at best I'm laying in the pieces of my cigarettes that we crushed in my bed, perhaps a tent some portland apartment that
to find its own way out, Out of this desperation, Out of these walls we're raising that never keep: they just surround. And the more I try, they grow
Hey Kurt, Tag you're it. Hey kid, Tag you're it kid. Whatever keeps you safe Whatever keeps you satisfied Summer's on it's way Still I must confess
I just can't take this feeling when I wake that I'm powerless. There's some old stars burning, contemplating, exploding. They're far but manage to find
I wondered till the music stopped I had a hunch I might have dropped my conscious In an unfamiliar yard, it's funny how things fall apart I'm laughing
It's time that I clean house It's time I cut my hair It's time we both stop missin' What I wish was there I've been collecting resin with your bobby
I take one look, One drink. You read big books on love and death. I say, I can, Relate. But I can't, Come close. Wondering, waiting, worrying myself
I'm quite scared Your pelican's been eating all my pigeons Do you recall coming home to Counting Crows sing alongs and shouting every word? Falling asleep
Oversettelse: The Hives. Fall er bare noe Grown-ups Invented.
