Shake it to the heel
This is classic territory,
As of late (I) see you replaced (lately)
Jones (Now) forever and Joe says it wasn't right
The classic days, the chilly nights
Where I'd say: don't believe the different stories,
(For me) , that's just a scratch to far
|: I wanna wish you peace and I the war: |
wish to win it, I ought to sit back and relax
Combine the things once more for me
(I got what I thought) To be reasonable
To meet some potatoes
|: I wanna wish you peaca and I('m) the war: |
wish to win it, I ought to sit back and relax
Gasping some sort of air
But still there inner changes shines
|: I wanna wish you peaca and I the war: |
wish to win it, I ought to sit back
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