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John Reuben
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Pataskala
作词:Todd Collins, Grant Ellis Harrison, John Reuben Zappin
Bright and early in the morning and my day's on track Hot coffee in the kitchen? Okay, I'll take it black 66 degrees with a comfortable breeze I guess every now and then you get days like these
And I'm thankful, hit the city streets grateful We're livin' life to the upmost while we're young and able While others fable about where they come from We got nothing to hide, we're far from stardom
P A T A S K A L A, O H I O
P A (P A) T A (T A) S K (S K) A L A
P A T A S K A L A, O H I O
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We never did anything in that place, just waste time Talkin' about what we'd do if givin' the chance to You know, stupid things that we never live out It sure was cool for a moment to think about
You could say just an innocent exaggeration Just some young adults have fun, by imagination But somehow we stretched ourselves and started livin' it Life is funny sometimes, isn't it?
We're in the sky on the plane over European terrain Lookin' down to the ground we watched the earth change At night in the car over looked by afar Thinkin' to ourselves, none of this is really ours 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Perspective changes, we could never claim this Life, Yahweh spoke and showed us what our aim is Something that wasn't alive by heartbeat and breath And something that's not left with bone and flesh
P A T A S K A L A, O H I O
P A (P A) T A (T A) S K (S K) A L A
Life is too short, too sweat the minimal And things that once seemed simple now seem valuble Like the simple satisfaction of being content And the simple satisfaction in the time we spent
I value everything our friendship meant Even though you never paid me back the money I lent Speakin' of which, the other day, your mom I saw her I had to tell her Scott Bellows still owed me 50 dollars
This one goes out to the one we know From Kid Flow to Fourth Avenue Mr. Scott Bellows
This one goes out to the one we know From Kid Flow to Fourth Avenue Mr. Scott Bellows
I'm wantin' all heads to break up, open ears to listen Scott Bellows is the fellow with the grand design and 'vention Reuben asked me to throw in a twenty second verse I have a rhyme and some time, but oh well, what could it hurt?
Out of style, out of practice, out of touch and out of taste I started thinkin' to the days of the showcase So I set off to explorer the store of lyrics in my head But for hours I got nothin', and I wrote this instead
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